Brothers and Sisters,

On Sunday we will enter into Revelation 8 where we find the first four trumpet judgments. These first four trumpet judgments focus on God’s activity in the environment. The final three “woes” in chapter 9 focus on spiritual activity. In these first four blasts of the trumpet, we will see that “the earth is the Lord’s,” and how “the heavens declare the glory of God,” (Ps 19). In this chapter, we find the statement, “and a third of the living creatures in the sea died…” (v8). Here we find God’s wrath upon the earth.

Prayer will be held at the Brown’s Barn.

In the afternoon, Robert Bosley will be delivering the final message in the series on the book of Jonah

Our songs for Sunday are,

Crown Him with Many Crowns

Holy, Holy, Holy!

Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul

The Power of the Cross

How Great Thou Art

Crown Him with Many Crowns

Crown Him with many crowns

The Lamb upon His throne

Hark! how the heav’nly anthem drowns

All music but its own!

Awake, my soul, and sing

Of Him who died for thee

And hail Him as thy matchless King

Thro’ all eternity

Crown Him the Lord of Love!

Behold His hands and side –

Rich wounds, yet visible above

In beauty glorified

All hail, Redeemer, hail!

For Thou Hast died for me

Thy praise and glory shall not fail

Thro’out eternity

Crown Him the Lord of life!

Who triumphed o’er the grave

Who rose victorious in the strife

For those He came to save

His glories now we sing

Who died and rose on high

Who died eternal life to bring

And lives that death may die

Crown Him the Lord of Heav’n!

One with the Father known

One with the Spirit thro’ Him giv’n

From yonder glorious throne

To Thee be endless praise

For Thou for us hast died

Be Thou, O Lord, thro’ endless days

Adored and magnified

Holy, Holy, Holy!

Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!

Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee

Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty!

God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!

Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore Thee

Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea

Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee

Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be

Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide Thee

Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see

Only Thou art holy – there is none beside Thee

Perfect in pow’r, in love, in purity

Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!

All Thy works shall praise Thy name in earth, and sky, and sea

Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty!

God in three Persons, blessed Trinity

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.

The Power of the Cross

Oh, to see the dawn of the darkest day:

Christ on the road to Calvary.

Tried by sinful men, torn and beaten, then

Nailed to a cross of wood.

 This, the pow’r of the cross:

 Christ became sin for us;

 Took the blame, bore the wrath –

 We stand forgiven at the cross.

Oh, to see the pain written on Your face,

Bearing the awesome weight of sin.

Ev’ry bitter thought, ev’ry evil deed

Crowning Your bloodstained brow.

 This, the pow’r of the cross:

 Christ became sin for us;

 Took the blame, bore the wrath –

 We stand forgiven at the cross.

Now the daylight flees; now the ground beneath

Quakes as its Maker bows His head.

Curtain torn in two, dead are raised to life;

“Finished!” the vict’ry cry.

 This, the pow’r of the cross:

 Christ became sin for us;

 Took the blame, bore the wrath –

 We stand forgiven at the cross.

Oh, to see my name written in the wounds,

For through Your suffering I am free.

Death is crushed to death; life is mine to live,

Won through Your selfless love.

  This, the pow’r of the cross:

 Son of God – slain for us.

 What a love! What a cost!

 We stand forgiven at the cross.

How Great Thou Art

O Lord, my God, when I in awesome wonder

Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made

I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder

Thy pow’r thro’out the universe displayed

 Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee

 How great Thou art! How great Thou art!

 Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee

 How great Thou art! How great Thou art!

When thro’ the woods and forest glades I wander

And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees,

When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,

And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze

And when I think that God, His Son not sparing

Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in

That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing

He bled and died to take away my sin

When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation

And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!

Then I shall bow in humble adoration

And there proclaim: my God, how great Thou art!