Dear Brothers and Sisters,

Prayer will be held at the Brown Barn.

The Lord has us in Isaiah 5:1-7, this week where Isaiah likens Israel to a vineyard. He speaks of two realities of life on earth, and particularly for Judah and Jerusalem during his day. These two realities are, first, the lavish love of God to provide everything we need in His vineyard, and second, the ungrateful spurning of man in the face of His blessings. It produces a crop of poison grapes.

Please pray for the gathering of the Worship of God conference which is right around the corner. If anyone would like to attend this conference, and yet lacks resources, let me know as I am able to grant some scholarships.

Below are the songs for Sunday (with links to new song, What God Ordains Is Always Good.)

http://www.newhopemusic.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/What-God-Ordains-VST.mp3

http://www.newhopemusic.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/What-God-Ordains-Double.pdf

All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name
All hail the pow’r of Jesus’ name!
Let angels prostrate fall
Bring forth the royal diadem
And crown Him Lord of all
Bring forth the royal diadem
And crown Him Lord of all

Ye chosen seed of Israel’s race
Ye ransomed from the fall
Hail Him who saves you by His grace
And crown Him Lord of all
Hail Him who saves you by His grace
And crown Him Lord of all

Let every kindred, every tribe
On this terrestrial ball
To Him all majesty ascribe
And crown Him Lord of all
To Him all majesty ascribe
And crown Him Lord of all

O that with yonder sacred throng
We at His feet may fall!
We’ll join the everlasting song
And crown Him Lord of all
We’ll join the everlasting song
And crown Him Lord of all

What God Ordains Is Always Good
What God ordains is always good:
His will is just and holy;
As He directs my life for me,
I follow meek and lowly.
My God indeed in every need
Knows well how He will shield me;
To Him, then, I will yield me.

What God ordains is always good:
He is my Friend and Father;
He suffers naught to do me harm,
Though many storms may gather.
Now I may know both joy and woe,
Some day I shall see clearly
That He hath loved me dearly.

What God ordains is always good:
Though I the cup am drinking
Which savors now of bitterness,
I take it without shrinking.
For after grief God gives relief,
My heart with comfort filling,
And all my sorrows stilling.

What God ordains is always good:
This truth remains unshaken.
Though sorrow, need, or death be mine,
I shall not be forsaken.
I fear no harm, for with His arm
He shall embrace and shield me;
So to my God I yield me.

Psalm 87
Upon the holy hills the Lord
Has His foundation laid;
He loves the gates of Zion more
Than dwellings Jacob made.

O city of our God, there are
Things glorious said of Thee.
I’ll mention Egypt, Babylon,
Among those knowing me.

Include the land of Palestine;
Let Tyre the survey share,
With distant Ethiopia:
“This is a man born there!”

And so of Zion it is said,
“Each one was born in her;”
And He that is Himself Most High,
He has established her.

The Lord, when listing people, notes,
“This is a man born there!”
And singers with their minstrels say,
“Our fountains in thee are.”

O Church Arise
O church arise and put your armour on
Hear the call of Christ our Captain
For now the weak can say that they are strong
In the strength that God has given
With shield of faith and belt of truth
We’ll stand against the devil’s lies
An army bold whose battle cry is Love
Reaching out to those in darkness

Our call to war to love the captive soul
But to rage against the captor
And with the sword that makes the wounded whole
We will fight with faith and valour
When faced with trials on every side
We know the outcome is secure
And Christ will have the prize for which He died
An inheritance of nations

Come see the cross where love and mercy meet
As the Son of God is stricken
Then see His foes lie crushed beneath His feet
For the Conqueror has risen
And as the stone is rolled away
And Christ emerges from the grave
This victory march continues till the day
Every eye and heart shall see Him

So Spirit come put strength in every stride
Give grace for every hurdle
That we may run with faith to win the prize
Of a servant good and faithful
As saints of old still line the way
Retelling triumphs of His grace
We hear their calls and hunger for the day
When with Christ we stand in Glory

I Love Thy Kingdom Lord
I love Thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of Thine abode,
The church our blessed Redeemer saved
With His own precious blood.

I love Thy church, O God.
Her walls before Thee stand,
Dear as the apple of Thine eye,
And written on Thy hand.

If e’er to bless Thy sons
My voice or hands deny,
These hands let useful skills forsake,
This voice in silence die.

Should I with scoffers join
Her altars to abuse?
No! Better far my tongue were dumb,
My hand its skill should lose.

For her my tears shall fall
For her my prayers ascend,
To her my cares and toils be given
Till toils and cares shall end.

Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.

Jesus, Thou Friend divine,
Our Savior and our King,
Thy hand from every snare and foe
Shall great deliverance bring.

Sure as Thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be given
The brightest glories earth can yield
And brighter bliss of Heaven.