Brothers and Sisters,

As we continue to work our way through Revelation, we should remind ourselves that this book is a display of the honor and glory and blessing of Jesus Christ. His glory is displayed in the way he deals with His churches. All the things that we saw about Him in the first chapter are displayed in the way He treats His churches. in Rev 2:1-7, we encounter the first of seven letters to the churches. These letters have universal application for all churches as do all the epistles. The church in Ephesus was a great church with one great flaw. They left their first love. This passage is before us to help us examine our own church. Are we characterized by the love we once had for the Lord?

Prayer will be held at the Brown’s Barn.

Remember Jan 15, as we gather to celebrate the Lord’s work among us and to cast a vision for 2021.

Also, remember Prayer Week – Jan 24-31.

Remeber to pray for Mike Butler who may have a blood clot and is getting an angiogram today. He had a heart attack early this morning.

Praise the Lord for the birth of Jeremiah Whitefield Molina, born this morning at 5;59am..

The songs we will be singing together on Sunday are,

Jesus, Where’er Thy People Meet 

     (http://opc.org/hymn.html?hymn_id=394)

When I Survey

     (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FKOgLSzmoo)

By Grace Alone

    (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEiCOlWrsVo)

Ancient Words

    (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPz-6SfrIoU)

More Love to Thee, O Christ

    (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvAwojHOqFY)

Jesus, Where’er Thy People Meet

Jesus, where’er thy people meet,

There they behold thy mercy-seat;

Where’er they seek thee, thou art found,

And ev’ry place is hallowed ground.

For thou, within no walls confined,

Inhabitest the humble mind;

Such ever bring thee where they come,

And going, take thee to their home.

Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few,

Thy former mercies here renew;

Here to our waiting hearts proclaim

The sweetness of thy saving Name.

Here may we prove the pow’r of prayer

To strengthen faith and sweeten care,

To teach our faint desires to rise,

And bring all heav’n before our eyes.

Lord, we are few, but thou art near;

Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear;

O rend the heav’ns, come quickly down,

And make a thousand hearts thine own.

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

When I survey the wondrous cross

On which the Prince of Glory died

My richest gain I count but loss

And pour contempt on all my pride

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast

Save in the death of Christ my God

All the vain things that charm me most

I sacrifice them to His blood

See, from His head, His hands, His feet

Sorrow and love flow mingled down

Did e’er such love and sorrow meet

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine

That were a present far too small

Love so amazing, so divine

Demands my soul, my life, my all!

By Grace Alone

Out of the depths I cry to You,

Lord, hear my voice of pleading;

Bend down Your gracious ear, I pray,

Your humble servant heeding.

If You remember each misdeed,

And of each thought and word take heed,

Who can remain before You?

Only by grace, by grace alone.

Your pardon is a gift of love,

Your grace alone must save us,

Our works will not remove our guilt,

The strictest life would fail us.

Let none in deeds or merits boast,

But let us own the Holy Ghost

For He alone can change us:

Only by grace, by grace alone.

Though great our sins and sore our woes

His grace much more aboundeth;

His helping love no limit knows,

Our utmost need it soundeth.

Our kind and faithful Shepherd He,

Who will set all His people free

From all their sin and sorrow:

Only by grace, by grace alone.

Ancient Words

Holy words long preserved

For our walk in this world,

They resound with God’s own heart;

Oh, let the ancient words impart.

Words of life, words of hope

Give us strength, help us cope;

In this world, where e’er we roam

Ancient words will guide us home.

  Ancient words, ever true,

  Changing me, and changing you;

  We have come with open hearts,

  Oh, let the ancient words impart.

Holy words of our faith,

Handed down to this age,

Came to us through sacrifice;

Oh heed the faithful words of Christ.

Holy words long preserved

For our walk in this world,

They resound with God’s own heart;

Oh let the ancient words impart.

  Ancient words, ever true,

  Changing me, and changing you;

  We have come with open hearts,

  Oh, let the ancient words impart.

More Love to Thee, O Christ

More love to Thee, O Christ,

More love to Thee!

Hear Thou the prayer I make

On bended knee;

This is my earnest plea,

More love, O Christ, to Thee,

More love to Thee,

More love to Thee.

Once earthly joy I craved,

Sought peace and rest;

Now Thee alone I seek;

Give what is best:

This all my prayer shall be,

More love, O Christ, to Thee,

More love to Thee,

More love to Thee.

Let sorrow do its work,

Send grief and pain;

Sweet are Thy messengers,

Sweet their refrain,

When they can sing with me,

More love, O Christ, to Thee,

More love to Thee,

More love to Thee.

Then shall my latest breath

Whisper Thy praise;

This be the parting cry

My heart shall raise,

This still its prayer shall be,

More love, O Christ, to Thee,

More love to Thee,

More love to Thee.