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

Languishing – that’s what was happening during the Babylonian Captivity. Zion was saying, “The Lord has forsaken me, And my Lord has forgotten me.” God’s people were walking in darkness in spite of His corrective works to turn their heads toward Him. They felt God had forsaken them, but it was not true. Isaiah makes the argument against that lie – the lie that is communicated in verse 14. He is making the point that they were too ready to think that God has forsaken them.

Isaiah 49:14-26 brings us a prophesy for how God will awaken His people from the Babylonian captivity through the sending of His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ. It is about awakening from the power of the Holy Spirit. Awakening. This is what I long for. I have seen it a few times in my life where there is very clear turning to God and a hunger for holiness. Instead of friendship with Babylon, there is flight from Babylon. When it happens, “All flesh shall know That I, the Lord, am your Savior, And your Redeemer, the Mighty One of Jacob” (v26).

Please pray for our U.S. Supreme Court Justices as their decision will be announced soon. Check out, defendingmarriage.com for breaking news, tracking the persecution and understanding the biblical foundations that ought to shape our thinking.

Remember to pray for the group in Europe…

Don’t forget our Monday, June 22, Movie Night – Logic On Fire, the new film about Martin Lloyd Jones. We will be showing it at 7:00 at the church.

The songs are below:

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!
O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation!
All ye who hear, now to His temple draw near,
Join me in glad adoration.

Praise to the Lord who o’er all things so wondrously reigneth,
Shelters thee under His wings, yea, so gently sustaineth!
Hast thou not seen how thy desires all have been
Granted in what He ordaineth?

Praise to the Lord who doth prosper thy work and defend thee!
Surely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee;
Ponder anew what the Almighty will do,
If with His love He befriend thee!

Praise to the Lord, Who with marvelous wisdom hath made thee,
Decked thee with health, and with loving hand guided and stayed thee.
How oft in grief hath not He brought thee relief,
Spreading His wings to o’ershade thee!

Praise to the Lord! O let all that is in me adore Him!
All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him!
Let the “Amen” sound from His people again,
Gladly forever adore Him!
Amen

Psalm 112
Praise ye the Lord. The man is bless’d
Who fears the Lord aright,
The man who finds in His commands
His pleasure and delight.
His children shall be mighty men
Upon the earth renowned;
The generation of the just
In blessing shall abound.

Abundant wealth within his house
Shall ever be in store;
And his unspotted righteousness
Endures forevermore.
Though darkness may surround the just,
To him arises light;
Compassionate and merciful,
He follows what is right.

That man is good who graciously
And freely gives and lends,
Who justly govern his affairs,
Who truth and right extends.
There surely is not anything
That ever shall him move;
The righteous man’s memorial
Shall everlasting prove.

When he shall evil tidings hear,
He shall not be afraid;
His heart is fixed; his confidence
Upon the Lord is stayed.
Established firmly is his heart;
He shall not fearful be,
Until upon his enemies
He his desire shall see.

He has dispersed his wealth abroad
And given to the poor;
His horn with honor shall be raised,
His righteousness endure.
The wicked, seeing him, is vexed;
He grits his teeth, dismayed,
But melts away, and his desire
Will into nothing fade.
Amen

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.

Before the Throne of God
Before the throne of God above
I have a strong and perfect plea
A great High Priest whose name is Love
Who ever lives and pleads for me
My name is graven on His hands
My name is written on His heart
I know that while in heav’n He stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart
No tongue can bid me thence depart

When Satan tempts me to despair
And tells me of the guilt within
Upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end of all my sin
Because the sinless Savior died
My sinful soul is counted free
For God the just is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me
To look on Him and pardon me

Behold Him there, the risen Lamb
My perfect spotless righteousness
The great unchangeable I Am
The King of glory and of grace
One with Himself I cannot die
My soul is purchased by His blood
My life is hid with Christ on high
With Christ my Savior and my God
With Christ my Savior and my God

How Sweet and Awesome Is This Place
How sweet and awesome is this place
With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores!

Here every bowel of our God
With soft compassion rolls;
Here peace and pardon bought with blood
Is food for dying souls.

While all our hearts and all our songs
Join to admire the feast,
Each of us cry, with thankful tongues,
“Lord, why was I a guest?”

“Why was I made to hear Thy voice,
And enter while there’s room,
When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come?”

’Twas the same love that spread the feast
That sweetly drew us in;
Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.

Pity the nations, O our God!
Constrain the earth to come;
Send Thy victorious Word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.

We long to see Thy churches full,
That all the chosen race
May with one voice, and heart and soul,
Sing Thy redeeming grace.