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The Plan for this Sunday

Prelude music – ShinHyung

Welcome

Bind us Together

Time of Weaving our Prayers

Morning Has Broken 

Standing On The Promises

Hymn Of Promise

Softly And Tenderly

In The Garden 

Scripture    Psalm 100

 

This Is My Song

Lord Of The Dance 

Because He Lives  

The First One Ever 

Swing Low Sweet Chariot 

Jesus Loves Me

 

Benediction

 

 

 

Song Lyrics:

 

Morning Has Broken:

Morn-ing has bro-ken like the first morn-ing;
black-bird has spo-ken like the first bird.

Praise for the sing-ing! Praise for the morn-ing!

Praise for them spring-ing from the Word!

 

Mine is the sun-light! Mine is the morn-ing

born of the one light E-den saw play!

Praise for e-la-tion, Praise ev-ery morn-ing,

God’s re-cre-a-tion of the new day!

 

Standing On The Promises:  

 

Standing on the Prom-is-es of Christ my King,

Through e-ter-nal a-ges let his prais-es ring;

Glo-ry in the high-est, I will shout and sing, 

stand-ing on the prom-is-es of God 

 

Stand-ing, stand-ing, stand-ing on the prom-is-es of God my sav-ior; 

stand-ing, stand-ing, 

I’m stand-ing on the prom-is-es of God.

 

Standing-ing on the prom-is-es that can not fail,

when the howl-ing storms of doubt and fear as-sail,

by the liv-ing Word of God I shall pre-vail,

stand-ing on the prom-is-es of God.

 

Stand-ing, stand-ing, stand-ing on the prom-is-es of God my sav-ior; 

stand-ing, stand-ing, 

I’m stand-ing on the prom-is-es of God

 

Stand-ing on the prom-is-es I can-not fall,

lis-tening ev-ery mo-ment the Spir-it’s call,

rest-ing in my Sav-ior as my all in all,

stand-ing on the prom-is-es of God.

 

Stand-ing, stand-ing, standing on the prom-is-es of God my Sav-ior;

stand-ing, stand-ing, 

I’m stand-ing on the prom-is-es of God.

Hymn of Promise:

In the bulb there is a flower;

In the seed, an apple tree;

In cocoons, a hidden promise: butterflies will soon be free!

In the cold and snow of winter

There’s a spring that waits to be,

Unrevealed until its season,

Something God alone can see.

There’s a song in every silence,

Seeking word and melody;

There’s a dawn in every darkness, bringing hope to you and me.

From the past will come the future; what it holds, a mystery,

Unrevealed until its season,

Something God alone can see.

In our end is our beginning;

In our time, infinity;

In our doubt there is believing;

In our life, eternity,

In our death, a resurrection;

At the last, a victory,

Unrevealed until its season,

Something God alone can see.

Softly And Tenderly:

Soft-ly and ten-der-ly Je-sus is call-ing,
call-ing for you and for me;
see, on the portals he’s wait-ing and watch-ing,
watching for you and for me.
Come home, come home;
you who are wea-ry come home;
Ear-nest-ly, ten-der-ly Je-sus is calling,
calling, “O sinner come home!”
Why should we tar-ry when Je-sus is plead-ing,
plead-ing for you and for me?
Why should we lin-ger and heed not his mer-cies, mer-cies for you and for me?
Come home, come home;
you who are wea-ry come home;
ear-nes-tly, ten-der-ly, Jesus is call-ing
calling, “O sinner, come home!”
In The Garden:
I come to the gar-den alone
while the dew is still on the ros-es,
and the voice I hear fall-ing on my ear,
the Son of God dis-clos-es.
And he walks with me, and He talks with me,
And he tells me I am his own;
and the joy we share as we tar-ry there,
none oth-er has ev-er known. 
He speaks, and the sound of his voice is so sweet the birds hush their sing-ing, 
and the mel-o-dy that he gave to me
with-in my heart is ring-ing. 
And he walks with me, and He talks with me,
And he tells me I am his own;
and the joy we share as we tar-ry there,
none oth-er has ev-er known. 
I’d stay in the gar-den with him
though the night a-round me is fall-ing,
But He bids me go; thru the voice of woe
his voice to me is call-ing
And he walks with me, and he talks with me,
and he tells me I am His own;
and the joy we share as we tar-ry there,
none oth-er has ev-er known.
This Is My Song:

This is my song, O God of all the na-tions,

a song of peace for lands a-far and mine.

This is my home, the coun-try where my heart is;

here are my hopes, my dreams, my ho-ly shrine;

but oth-er hearts in oth-er lands are beat-ing with hope and dreams as true and high as mine.

 

My coun-try’s skies are blu-er than the o-cean,

and sun-light beams on clo-ver-leaf and pine;

but oth-er lands have sun-light too, and clover, and skies are ev-ery-where as blue as mine.

O hear my song, thou God of all the nations, a song of peace for their land and for mine.

 

This is my prayer, O Lord of all earth’s king-doms:

Thy king-dom come; on earth thy will be done.

Let Christ be lift-ed up till all shall serve him,

and hearts u-nit-ed learn to live as one.

O hear my prayer, thou God of all the nations;

my -self I give thee; let thy will be done.

 

Lord of The Dance

I danced in the morning
When the world was begun,
And I danced in the moon
And the stars and the sun,
And I came down from heaven
And I danced on the earth.
At Beth-le-hem
I had my birth.
Dance, then, wher-ever you may be,
I am the Lord of the Dance, said he,
And I’ll lead you all, wher-ev-er you may be,
And I’ll lead you all in the Dance, said he.
I danced on the Sabbath
When I cured the lame,
The holy people
said it was a shame;
they whipped and they stripped
And they hung me on high;
And they left me there
On a Cross to die.
Dance, then, wher-ever you may be,
I am the Lord of the Dance, said he,
And I’ll lead you all, wher-ev-er you may be,
And I’ll lead you all in the Dance, said he
I danced on a Friday
When the sky turned black;
it’s hard to dance
with the devil on your back;
they bur-ied my bod-y
And they thought I’d gone,
but I am the dance
And I still go on.
Dance, then, wherever you may be,
I am the Lord of the Dance, said he,
And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be,
And I’ll lead you all in the Dance, said he
Because He Lives

God sent his son, 

they called him Je-sus;

he came to love, heal, and forgive;

he lived and died to buy my pardon, 

an emp-ty grave is there to prove my Sav-ior lives. 


Be-cause he lives, 

I can face to-mor-row; 

because he lives, 

all fear is gone; 

because I know he holds the fu-ture,

and life is worth the liv-ing just because he lives.


How sweet to hold a new-born baby,
and feel the pride and the joy that he gives;
Oh but greater still, the calm as-sur-ance
this child can face un-cer-tain days be-cause He lives

Be-cause he lives, 

I can face to-mor-row; 

because he lives, 

all fear is gone; 

because I know he holds the fu-ture,

and life is worth the liv-ing just because he lives.


And then one day  I’ll cross that river;
I’ll fight life’s fi-nal war with pain;
and then as death gives way to vi-ctory,
I’ll see the lights of glo-ry and I’ll know he reigns

Be-cause he lives, 

I can face to-mor-row; 

because he lives, 

all fear is gone; 

because I know he holds the fu-ture,

and life is worth the liv-ing just because he lives.

The First One Ever

The first one ev-er, oh, ev-er to know

of the birth of Jesus was the Maid Ma-ry, was

Ma-ry the Maid of Gal-i-lee, and bless-ed is she,

is she who be-lieves.

 

Oh, bless-ed is she who be-lieves in the Lord, oh bless-ed is she who be-lieves. She was Ma-ry the Maid of Gal-i-lee, and bless-ed is she, is she who be-lieves.

 

The first ones ever, oh ever to know

of the ris-ing of Je-sus his glo-ry to be, were

Ma-ry, Jo-an-na, and Mag-da-lene, and

bless-ed are they, are they who see.

 

Oh, bless-ed is she who be-lieves in the Lord, oh bless-ed is she who be-lieves. She was Ma-ry the Maid of Gal-i-lee, and bless-ed is she, is she who be-lieves.

 

Swing Low Sweet Chariot

Swing low, sweet char-i-ot,
Com-ing for to carry me home;
swing low, sweet char-i-ot,
Coming for to carry me home.
I looked o-ver Jordan and what did I see,
Coming for to carry me home?
A band of angels coming af-ter me
com-ing for to car-ry me home. 
Swing low, sweet char-i-ot
Coming for to carry me home;
swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to car-ry me home.
If you get there be-fore I do,
Coming for to carry me home;
tell all my friends I’m coming too;
Coming for to car-ry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to car-ry me home.
Jesus Loves Me 

Jesus loves me This I know;

For the Bible tells me so;

Little ones to him belong; 

They are weak, but he is strong, 

 

Yes, Jesus loves me;

Yes, Jesus loves me, 

Yes, Jesus loves me, 

The Bible tells me so