Dear Brothers and Sisters, Prayer will be held at the Brown Barn.

Remember, “Groanings which cannot be uttered are often prayers which cannot be refused.” ~ Spurgeon

Please remember to make your deacon nominations. Our prayer is that the church would take note of the deacon qualifications and make recommendations based on those qualifications and your personal knowledge of these men. Our view is that this is the responsibility of church members to consider and nominate according to the biblical requirements and the earthly manifestations of them in mens lives.

Are you ready to meet your maker? This is the question of the week. Out text is Isaiah 38:1-8, where Hezekiah contracts a fatal disease, from which God rescues, yet informs him that He has given him only 15 more years to live. God is telling Hezekiah that he will die, and that he must make preparations for his death. This is a timely warning for every single one us. We will all die, for it is appointed for man, once to die, and then face judgment. This week, let us all consider the sundial of our lives and the time allotted to us. As we consider the new year just around the corner, let us begin by searching our hearts and lives for how we might set our houses in order.

Here is what we will be singing together:

O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing #21
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise
The glories of my God and King
The triumphs of His grace

Jesus! the name that charms our fears
That bids our sorrows cease
‘Tis music in the sinner’s ears
‘Tis life and health and peace

He breaks the pow’r of cancelled sin
He sets the prisoner free
His blood can make the foulest clean
His blood availed for me

Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb
Your loosened tongues employ
Ye blind, behold your Savior come
And leap, ye lame, for joy

My gracious Master and my God
Assist me to proclaim
To spread thro’ all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy name

Psalm 91
(tune: Jesus What a Friend for Sinners)
Who with God Most High finds shelter
In th’Almighty’s shadow hides.
To the LORD I’ll say, “My Refuge!”
In my God my trust abides.
From the fowler’s snare He’ll save you,
From the deadly pestilence;
Cover you with outspread pinions,
Make His wings your confidence.

God’s own truth, your shield and buckler;
You will fear no ill by night,
Nor the shafts in daylight flying,
Nor disease that shuns the light,
Nor the plague that wastes at noonday.
At your side ten thousand fall;
You will only see this judgment
Which rewards the wicked all.

You have made the LORD your refuge,
God Most High your dwelling-place;
Nothing evil shall befall you;
In your tent no scourge you’ll face.
He will angels charge to keep you,
Guard you well in all your ways.
In their hands they will uphold you
Lest your foot a stone should gaze.

You shall trample serpents, lions,
Tread on all your deadly foes.
For his love to Me I’ll save him,
Keep him, for My name he knows;
When he calls Me I will answer,
Save and honor him will I.
I will show him My salvation,
With long life will satisfy.

Complete In Thee
Complete in Thee, no work of mine could take, dear Lord, the place of Thine.
Thy blood hath pardon bought for me, and I shall stand complete in Thee!
Yea, justified, oh blessed thought!
And sanctified salvation-wrought!
Thy blood hath pardon bought for me, and glorified I, too, shall be.

Complete in Thee, each want supplied, and no good thing to me denied,
Since Thou my portion, Lord, will be, I ask no more, complete in Thee!
Yea, justified, oh blessed thought!
And sanctified salvation-wrought!
Thy blood hath pardon bought for me, and glorified I, too, shall be.

Complete in Thee, no more shall sin Thy grace has conquered reign within;
Thy blood shall bid the tempter flee, and I shall stand complete in Thee!
Yea, justified, oh blessed thought!
And sanctified salvation-wrought!
Thy blood hath pardon bought for me, and glorified I, too, shall be.

Dear Savior, when, before Thy bar, all tribes and tongues assembled are,
Among the chosen I shall be, at Thy right hand, complete in Thee!
Yea, justified, oh blessed thought!
And sanctified salvation-wrought!
Thy blood hath pardon bought for me, and glorified I, too, shall be.

Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul
Dear refuge of my weary soul, on Thee, when sorrows rise,
On Thee, when waves of trouble roll, my fainting hope relies.
To Thee I tell each rising grief, for Thou alone canst heal;
Thy Word can bring a sweet relief for every pain I feel.

But oh! When gloomy doubts prevail, I fear to call Thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail, and all my hopes decline.
Yet gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust;
And still my soul would cleave to Thee, though prostrate in the dust.

Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face, and shall I seek in vain?
And can the ear of sov’reign grace be deaf when I complain?
No, still the ear of sov’reign grace attends the mourner’s prayer;
O may I ever find access to breathe my sorrows there.

Thy mercy seat is open still, here let my soul retreat;
With humble hope attend Thy will, and wait beneath Thy feet.
Thy mercy seat is open still, here let my soul retreat;
With humble hope attend Thy will, and wait beneath Thy feet.

A Christian Home #451
O give us homes built firm upon the Savior
Where Christ is Head and Counselor and Guide
Where every child is taught His love and favor
And gives his heart to Christ, the Crucified
How sweet to know that, tho’ his footsteps waver
His faithful Lord is walking by his side

O give us homes with godly fathers, mothers
Who always place their hope and trust in Him
Whose tender patience turmoil never bothers
Whose calm and courage trouble cannot dim
A home where each finds joy in serving others
And love still shines, tho’ days be dark and grim

O give us homes where Christ is Lord and Master
The Bible read, the precious hymns still sung
Where pray’r comes first in peace or in disaster
And praise is natural speech to every tongue
Where mountains move before a faith that’s vaster
And Christ sufficient is for old and young

O Lord, our God, our homes are Thine forever!
We trust to Thee their problems, toil, and care
Their bonds of love no enemy can sever
If Thou art always Lord and Master there
Be Thou the center of our least endeavor
Be Thou our guest, our hearts and homes to share