WORSHIP TOGETHER

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GATHERING & WELCOME

CALL TO WORSHIP

10,000 REASONS

Bless the Lord, O my soul;
O my soul, Worship his holy name.
Sing like never before, O my soul;
I worship your holy name.

The sun comes up, it’s a new day dawning;
It’s time to sing your song again.
Whatever may pass, and whatever lies before me,
Let me be singing when the evening comes.

Bless the Lord, O my soul;
O my soul, Worship his holy name.
Sing like never before, O my soul;
I worship your holy name.

You’re rich in love, and you’re slow to anger,
Your name is great, and your heart is kind.
For all your goodness I will keep on singing,
Ten thousand reasons for my heart to find.

Bless the Lord, O my soul;
O my soul, Worship his holy name.
Sing like never before, O my soul;
I worship your holy name.

And on that day when my strength is failing,
The end draws near, and my time has come,
Still my soul will sing your praise unending
Ten thousand years and then forever more!

Bless the Lord, O my soul;
O my soul, Worship his holy name.
Sing like never before, O my soul;
I worship your holy name.

Words/Music: Matt Redman; © 2011 Thankyou Music; CCLI License 11029770

O FOR A THOUSAND TONGUES TO SING

O for a thousand tongues to sing
my great Redeemer’s praise,
the glories of my God and King,
the triumphs of his grace.

My gracious Master and my God,
assist me to proclaim,
to spread through all the earth abroad,
the honors of thy name.

Jesus, who breaks the pow’r of sin,
and sets the pris’ner free—
his blood can make the foulest clean,
his blood availed for me.

He speaks and, list’ning to his voice,
new life the dead receive;
the mournful, broken hearts rejoice;
the humble poor believe.

Hear him, ye deaf; his praise,
ye dumb, your loosen’d tongues employ;
ye blind, behold your Savior come;
and leap, ye lame, for joy.

Jesus, the name that charms our fears,
that bids our sorrows cease;
‘tis music in the sinner’s ears,
’tis life and health and peace.

Words: Charles Wesley, 1739; Music: AZMON, C. G. Gläser, 1828; Adapter, Lowell Mason; Arr. Will Milks; PD; CCLI License 11029770

NEW TESTAMENT READING

JAMES 3:2–12

2 For we all stumble in many ways. And if anyone does not stumble in what he says, he is a perfect man, able also to bridle his whole body. 3 If we put bits into the mouths of horses so that they obey us, we guide their whole bodies as well. ⁴ Look at the ships also: though they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are guided by a very small rudder wherever the will of the pilot directs. ⁵ So also the tongue is a small member, yet it boasts of great things.

How great a forest is set ablaze by such a small fire! ⁶ And the tongue is a fire, a world of unrighteousness. The tongue is set among our members, staining the whole body, setting on fire the entire course of life, and set on fire by hell. ⁷ For every kind of beast and bird, of reptile and sea creature, can be tamed and has been tamed by mankind, ⁸ but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. ⁹ With it we bless our Lord and Father, and with it we curse people who are made in the likeness of God. ¹⁰ From the same mouth come blessing and cursing. My brothers, these things ought not to be so. ¹¹ Does a spring pour forth from the same opening both fresh and salt water? ¹² Can a fig tree, my brothers, bear olives, or a grapevine produce figs? Neither can a salt pond yield fresh water.

MINISTRY MOMENT

Chapins

PASTORAL PRAYER

GIVING

COME THOU FOUNT

Come thou Fount of every blessing
tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount—I’m fixed upon it—
mount of God’s unchanging love!

Here I raise my Ebenezer;
hither by thy help I’ve come
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
interposed his precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor,
daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace now like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.

Words: Robert Robinson, 1758; Music: American folk tune, arr. Matthew S. Smith; © 2006 Detuned Radio Music; CCLI License 11029770

SERMON

PROVERBS 18:21

²¹ Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits.

PROVERBS 12:18

¹⁸ There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.

PROVERBS 15:4

4  A gentle tongue is a tree of life,

but perverseness in it breaks the spirit.

LUKE 6:45

45 The good person out of the good treasure of his heart produces good, and the evil person out of his evil treasure produces evil, for out of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks.

THE TONGUE

TO CHRIST THE LORD

To Christ the Lord let every tongue
its noblest tribute bring.
When he’s the subject of the song,
who can refuse to sing?
Survey the beauties of his face,
and on his glories dwell;
Think of the wonder of his grace,
and all his triumphs tell!

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
upon his awful brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
his lips with grace o’erflow!
No mortal can with him compare
among the sons of men;
And fairer he than all the fair
that fill the heavenly train!

He saw me plunged in deep distress,
he fled to my relief;
For me he bore the shameful cross
and carried all my grief!
His hand a thousand blessings pours
upon my guilty head;
His presence gilds my darkest hours
and guards my sleeping bed.

To him I owe my life, and breath,
and all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
and saves me from the grave!
To heav’n, the place of his abode,
he brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
and makes my joy complete!

Since from his bounty I receive
such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be thine!
A thousand men could not compose
a worthy song to bring;
Yet your love is a melody
our hearts can’t help but sing!

Words: Samuel Stennett, 1787; Laura Taylor, 2001; Music: Laura Taylor; © 2001 Laura Taylor Music; CCLI License 11029770

BENEDICTION