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We Plough the Fields (VU 520, verse 3)
We thank you, then, O Maker, |
Sometimes, God, we need to gather to lament. |
Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise (VU 264)
Immortal, invisible, God only wise, |
Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light, Nor wanting, nor wasting, thou rulest in might; Thy justice like mountains high soaring above Thy clouds, which are fountains Of goodness and love. |
To all life thou givest, To both great and small; In all life thou livest, the true life of all; We blossom and flourish As leaves on the tree, And wither and perish But naught changeth thee. |
Thou reignest in glory, Thou rulest in light; Thine angels adore thee,all veiling their sight; All praise we would render, O help us to see 'tis only the splendour of light hideth thee! |
Opening Prayer Holy and gracious God, |
Come and Find the Quiet Centre (VU 374)
Come and find the quiet centre |
Silence is a friend who claims us, Cools the heat and slows the pace, God it is who speaks and names us, Knows our being, face to face, Making space within our thinking, Lifting shades to show the sun, Raising courage when we're shrinking, Finding scope for faith begun. |
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In the spirit let us travel, Open to each other's pain, Let our loves and fears unravel, Celebrate the space we gain: There's a place for deepest dreaming, There's a time for heart to care, In the Spirit's lively scheming There is always room to spare! |
Prayer of confession (VU 928, Prayer B)
Gracious God, |
Psalm 22, Part One R: My God, my God,
The Voices United text is HERE. |
COME FOLLOW ME (Elly & Steve Kupferschmid)
"Come follow me," said the Lord. |
Offertory We give our thanks to God (3x) |
The Lord's My Shepherd (VU 747)
The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want.
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My soul he doth restore again, And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, Even for his own name's sake.
Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, |
My table thou hast furnished In presence of my foes. My head thou dost with oil anoint, And my cup overflows. |