W O R S H I P S E R V I C E

March 23nd, 2025

Immortal, Invisible

Immortal, invisible,

God only wise,

In light inaccessible

Hid from our eyes,

Most blessed, most glorious,

The Ancient of Days,

Almighty, victorious—

Thy great name we praise.

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.

Great Father of glory,

Pure Father of light,

Thine angels adore Thee,

All veiling their sight;

All praise we would render—

O help us to see

‘Tis only the splendor

Of light hideth Thee!

And Can It Be?

And can it be that I should gain

An interest in the Savior’s blood?

Died He for me who caused His pain?

For me, who Him to death pursued?

Amazing love! How can it be

That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

Amazing love! How can it be

That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

He left His Father’s home above—

So free, so infinite His grace!—

Emptied Himself of all but love,

And bled for Adam’s helpless race.

‘Tis mercy all, immense and free,

For, O my God, it found out me.

Amazing love! How can it be

That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

Long my imprisoned spirit lay

Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;

Thine eye diffused a quick’ning ray—

I woke, the dungeon flamed with light.

My chains fell off, my heart was free;

I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

Amazing love! How can it be

That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

No condemnation now I dread;

Jesus and all in Him is mine!

Alive in Him, my living Head,

And clothed in righteousness divine,

Bold I approach the eternal throne

And claim the crown thro’ Christ my own.

Amazing love! How can it be

That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

I Asked the Lord that I Might Grow

I asked the Lord that I might grow

In faith and love and every grace,

Might more of His salvation know,

And seek more earnestly His face.

I hoped that in some favored hour

At once He’d answer my request,

And, by His love’s constraining pow’r,

Subdue my sins and give me rest.

Instead of this, He made me feel

The hidden evils of my heart,

And let the angry powers of hell

Assault my soul in every part.

“Lord, why is this?” I trembling cried—

“Wilt Thou pursue Thy worm to death?”

“Tis in this way,” the Lord replied,

“I answer prayer for grace and faith.

“These inward trials I employ

From self and pride to set thee free,

And break thy schemes of earthly joy

That thou may’st find thine all in Me.”

I Am a Pilgrim

I am a pilgrim on my way

From earth to heaven above.

God’s Book will guide me, so I’ll stay

Within the lines of love.

Tho’ endless now the road may seem

And burdensome the strife,

My climb is onward with this theme:

“To life, eternal life!”

Lord, for my progress send me here

A faithful, hopeful friend;

A fellow pilgrim who can cheer

Me on to journey’s end.

But Christ, I need You most of all,

For dark, despond, despair

Would overwhelm me, and I’d fall,

Unless I’m in Your care.

Celestial City, here I come!

Lord, may you open wide

The gate of heaven’s happy Home

That I may there abide.

Then Christ, who set the burden free

That used to weight me down,

Will place a better weight on me:

His glory and a crown.

Beneath the Cross of Jesus

Beneath the cross of Jesus

I fain would take my stand,

The shadow of a mighty Rock

Within a weary land;

A home within the wilderness,

A rest upon the way,

From the burning of the noontide heat

And the burden of the day.

Upon the cross of Jesus

Mine eye at times can see

The very dying form of One

Who suffered there for me;

And from my stricken heart with tears

Two wonders I confess:

The wonders of redeeming love

And my unworthiness.

I take, O cross, thy shadow

For my abiding place;

I ask no other sunshine than

The sunshine of His face;

Content to let the world go by;

To know no gain or loss;

My sinful self my only shame,

My glory all the cross.

All Glory Be to Christ

Should nothing of our efforts stand,

No legacy survive,

Unless the Lord does raise the house,

In vain its builders strive.

To you, who boast tomorrow’s gain,

Tell me, what is your life?—

A mist that vanishes at dawn;

All glory be to Christ.

All glory be to Christ our king!

All glory be to Christ!

His rule and reign we’ll ever sing;

All glory be to Christ.

When on the day the great I AM,

The faithful and the true,

The Lamb who was for sinners slain,

Is making all things new—

Behold, our God shall live with us

And be our steadfast light,

And we shall e’er His people be:

All glory be to Christ.

All glory be to Christ our king!

All glory be to Christ!

His rule and reign we’ll ever sing;

All glory be to Christ.

Benediction

L E A D E R

To the King of the ages, immortal, invisible, the only God,

A L L

Be honor and glory forever and ever.

Amen.