Anthem Gentle Mary Laid Her Child from Piae Cantiones, 1582
text Joseph Simpson Cook
Gentle Mary laid her child lowly in a manger,
There he lay, the undefiled, to the world a stranger.
Such a babe in such a place, can he be the Savior?
Ask the saved by grace through faith, who have found his favor.
Angels sang about his birth; wise men sought and found him;
Heaven’s star shone brightly forth, glory all around him.
Shepherds saw the wondrous sight, heard the angels’ singing;
All the plains were lit that night; all the hills were ringing.
Gentle Mary laid her child lowly in a manger,
He is still the undefiled, but no more a stranger.
Son of God, of humble birth, beautiful the story.
Praise his name in all the earth; hail the King of Glory!
E’en So, Lord Jesus, Quickly Come Paul Manz text based on Revelation 21
Peace be to you, and grace from him Who freed us from our sins Who loved us all and shed his blood That we might saved be
Sing Holy, Holy to our Lord The Lord, Almighty God Who was, and is, and is to come Sing Holy, Holy Lord
Rejoice in heaven, all ye that dwell therein Rejoice on earth, ye saints below For Christ is coming soon
E’en so Lord Jesus, quickly come And night shall be no more They need no light, nor lamp, nor sun For Christ will be their All
Psalm 104 Music by Autumn text from the 1650 Scottish Psalter Bless God, my soul! O Lord my God, thou art exceeding great.
With honor and with majesty thou art clothed in state.
With light, as with a robe, thyself thou coverest about,
And, like unto a curtain, thou the heavens stretchest out. Thou didst it cover with the deep, as with a garment spread;
The water stood above the hills when thou the word but said. They by the mountains do ascend and by the valley ground
Descend unto that very place which thou for them didst found. He to the valley sends the springs, which run among the hills,
They to all beasts of the field give drink, wild asses drink their fills. For cattle he makes grass to grow, he makes the herb to spring;
For th’use of man, that food to him he from the earth may bring. And wine that, to the heart of man, doth cheerfulness impart;
Oil that his face makes shine; and bread that strengtheneth his heart. How manifold, Lord, are thy works! In wisdom wonderful
Thou every one of them hast made, earths of thy riches full.
Anthem A City Called Heaven arr. Josephine Poelinitz
African American Sorrow Song
I am a pilgrim, a pilgrim of sorrow,
I’m left in this wide world, this wide world alone!
Ain’t got no hope, got no hope for tomorrow,
Trying to make it, make heaven my home.
Sometimes I’m tossed and I’m driven, Lord.
Sometimes I just don’t know which way to turn,
Heard of a city, a city called heaven
Trying to make it, make heaven my home.
10/06/24 World Communion/Peacemaking Sunday The Rev. Dr. Seth Weeldreyer The Rev. Amber Nettleton
Anthem Je louerai l’Éternel Claude Frayssé, Alain Bergése
Je louerai l’Éternel de tou mon couer,
Je raconterai routes tes merveilles,
Je chanterei ton nom.
Je louerai l’Éternel de tou mon couer,
Je feria de tou le sujey de ma joie. Alleluia!
Praise, I will praise you Lord, with all my heart.
O God, I will tell the wonders of your ways, and glorify your name.
Praise, I will praise you Lord, with all my heart.
In you I will find the source of all my joy. Alleluia.
Love, I will love you Lord...
Serve, I will serve you Lord...
Anthem Calm to the Waves Thomas Pavlechko
text by Mary Louise Bringle/Summer Choir
Calm to the waves. Calm to the wind. Jesus whispers, “Peace, be still.”
Balm to our hearts. Fears at an end. In still-ness, hear his voice.
Anthem Lord, Let My Heart Be Good Soil Handt Hanson/Summer Choir
Lord, let my heart be good soil,
Open to the seed of your Word.
Lord, let my heart be good soil,
Where love can grow and peace is understood.
When my heart is hard, break the stone away.
When my heart is cold, warm it with the day.
When my heart is lost, lead me on your way.
Lord, let my heart be good soil.
Fanny Crosby was a blind, American woman living in the 19th century. Known as the “Mother
of Modern Congregational Singing,” she penned nearly nine thousand hymns, including favorites like
Blessed Assurance, Pass Me Not O Gentle Savior, and today’s anthem.
Lord Here Am I John Ness Beck Michael Montgomery, soloist
God, as we hear Your Word, we invite your Spirit to work within us, opening our hearts
to your abundant love and compassion, and illuminating our understanding. May your
Spirit inspire our actions, leading us to live out your teachings with kindness and courage.
Transform us by your Word, so that we may contribute to the flourishing of all humanity,
in the name of Jesus who guides and sustains us. Amen.