Good Friday — April 18, 2025

Order of Worship

Good Friday, April 18, 2025

Scripture for Meditation                                                           Psalm 13

Fullness of Grace

Verse 1:    Fullness of Grace in man’s human frailty

This is the wonder of Jesus

Laying aside His power and glory

Humbly He entered our world

Chose the path of meanest worth

Scandal of a virgin birth

Born in a stable cold and rejected

Here lies the hope of the world

Verse 2:    Fullness of Grace the love of the Father

Shown in the face of Jesus

Stooping to bear the weight of humanity

Walking the Calvary road

Christ the holy Innocent

Took our sin and punishment

Fullness of God despised and rejected

Crushed for the sins of the world

Verse 3:     Fullness of hope in Christ we had longed for

Promise of God in Jesus

Through His obedience we are forgiven

Opening the floodgates of heaven

All our hopes and dreams we bring

Gladly as an offering

Fullness of life and joy unspeakable

God's gift in love to the world

Keith & Kristyn Getty & Stuart Townend. Copyright © Thankyou Music 2004 CCLI#172212

Scripture Reading

Psalm 22

Solo 1

¹     My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

You are far from my plea and the cry of my distress.

²     O my God, I call by day and you give no reply;

I call by night and I find no peace.

Solo 2

³     Yet you, O God, are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel.

⁴     In you our fathers put their trust; they trusted and you set them free.

⁵     When they cried to you, they escaped.

In you they trusted and never in vain.

Red Hymnal #266                                                      “Nothing but the Blood”

Solo 1

⁶     But I am a worm and no man, scorned by men,

despised by the people.

⁷     All who see me deride me. They curl their lips; they toss their heads.

⁸     “He trusted in the Lord, let him save him;

let him release him if this is his friend.”

Solo 2

⁹     Yes, it was you who took me from the womb,

entrusted me to my mother’s breast.

¹⁰   To you I was committed from my birth,

from my mother’s womb you have been my God.

¹¹   Do not leave me alone in my distress;

Come close, there is none else to help.

This Is Your Coronation

This is Your coronation; thorns pressed upon Your head.

No bright angelic heralds, but angry crowds instead.

Beneath Your throne of timber, and struggling with the load.

You go in cruel procession on sorrow’s royal road.

Eternal judge on trial, God’s law, by law denied.

Love’s justice is rejected, and truth is falsified.

We who have charged, condemned You are sentenced by Your love.

Your blood pronounces pardon as You are stretched above.

High Priest, You are anointed with blood upon Your face,

And in this hour appointed the off’ring for our race.

For weakness interceding, for sin, You are the price.

For us Your prayer unceasing, O living sacrifice.

Text: Sylvia G. Dunstan 1955-1993, ©1995, GIA Publications, Inc. Tune: PASSION CHORALE, 7676 D; Hans Leo Hassler, 1564-1612; harm. by J. S. Bach 1685-1750

Solo 1

¹²   Many bulls have surrounded me, fierce bulls of Bashan close me in.

¹³   Against me they open wide their jaws, like lions,

rending and roaring.

¹⁴   Like water I am poured out, disjointed are all my bones.

My heart has become like wax, it is melted within my breast.

Solo 2

¹⁵   Parched as burnt clay is my throat, my tongue cleaves to my jaws.

¹⁶   Many dogs have surrounded me, a band of the wicked beset me.

They tear holes in my hands and my feet

¹⁷   and lay me in the dust of death.

¹⁸   I can count every one of my bones.

These people stare at me and gloat;

¹⁹   They divide my clothing among them. They cast lots for my robe.

Solo 1

²⁰   O Lord, do not leave me alone, my strength, make haste to help me!

²¹   Rescue my soul from the sword, my life from the grip of these dogs.

²²   Save my life from the jaws of these lions,

my poor soul from the horns of these oxen.

Rest, O Christ, from All Your Labor

Rest, O Christ, from all Your labor; sleep within Your borrowed tomb.

Foes have crucified and bound You fast within death’s narrow room.

Pilate’s guards stand watching, waiting

where they rolled the sealing stone.

All unseen another watches: God will not forsake His own.

Peace at last from all Your anguish, wounds in hands and feet and side.

Enemies no longer mock You, scourged, abandoned, crucified.

Faithful women gather spices, weep for You whom sin has slain.

Though they mourn, the God who guards You

will not let Your death be vain.

Help us keep this solemn Sabbath as we wait for Easter dawn.

Earth’s dark night of sin is passing; death’s long reign will soon be gone.

Christ, in whom the new creation rises brighter than the sun:

May we, as we watch for morning, trust the vict’ry You have won.

As, through parting Red Sea waters, Israel marched to liberty.

So we pass through baptism’s water, washed by grace, from sin set free.

Jesus risen, living, reigning now and through eternity:

Grant that, through Your life undying, we may live victoriously.

Text: Herman G. Stuempfle, Jr. 1923-2007, ©1993, GIA Publications, Inc. Tune: BEACH SPRING, 8787 D; The Sacred Harp, 1844; harm. By Marty Haugen, born 1950, ©1985, GIA Publications, Inc. (licenseone.net permission)

Solo 2

²³   I will tell of your name to my brethren and praise you

where they are assembled.

²⁴   “You who fear the Lord give him praise;

all sons of Jacob, give him glory. Revere him, Israel’s sons.

²⁵   For he has never despised nor scorned the poverty of the poor.

From him he has not hidden his face,

but he heard the poor man when he cried.”

Solos 1 & 2

²⁶   You are my praise in the great assembly.

My vows I will pay before those who fear him.

²⁷   The poor shall eat and shall have their fill.

They shall praise the Lord, those who seek him.

May their hearts live for ever and ever!

²⁸   All the earth shall remember and return to the Lord,

all families of the nations worship before him;

²⁹   for the kingdom is the Lord’s, he is ruler of the nations.

³⁰   They shall worship him, all the mighty of the earth;

before him shall bow all who go down to the dust.

And my soul shall live for him, my children serve him.

³¹   They shall tell of the Lord to generations yet to come,

declare his faithfulness to peoples yet unborn:

“These things the Lord has done.”

Ah, Holy Jesus, How Have You Offended?
1. Ah, holy Jesus, how have you offended,
that mortal judgment has on you descended?

By foes derided, by your own rejected, O most afflicted!
1. Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon you?
It is my treason, Lord, that has undone you.

‘Twas I, Lord Jesus, I it was denied you; I crucified you.
1. For me, dear Jesus, was your incarnation,
your mortal sorrow, and your life’s oblation.

Your death of anguish and your bitter passion, for my salvation.
1. Therefore, dear Jesus, since I cannot pay you,
I do adore you and will ever pray you,

Think on your pity and your love unswerving, not my deserving.

Words: Johann Heermann, 1630; tr. Robert Bridges, 1899, alt., P.D. Music (Herzliebster Jesu); Johann Cruger, 1640, P.D.

Sermon

“The Cry of Love”

Rev. Jason Steele

Notes

I. The Cry that __________________.the Cost of Love

(Mark 15:24; Isaiah 53:4-5; Psalm 22:1,24)

II. The Cry that __________________.Redemption’s Love

(John 19:30; I Peter 2:24; Romans 5:8-9)

III. The Cry that __________________.Us to Love

(John 15:13; Ephesians 5:1-2)

The Power of the Cross

Oh, to see the dawn Of the darkest day:

Christ on the road to Calvary.

Tried by sinful men, Torn and beaten, then Nailed to a cross of wood.

Chorus:              This, the pow’r of the cross:

Christ became sin for us;

Took the blame, bore the wrath—

We stand forgiven at the cross.

Oh, to see the pain Written on Your face,

Bearing the awesome weight of sin.

Ev’ry bitter thought, Ev’ry evil deed

Crowning Your bloodstained brow.                     Repeat Chorus

Now the daylight flees; Now the ground beneath

Quakes as its Maker bows His head.

Curtain torn in two, Dead are raised to life;

“Finished!” the vict'ry cry.                                   Repeat Chorus

Oh, to see my name Written in the wounds,

For through Your suffering I am free.

Death is crushed to death; Life is mine to live,

Won through Your selfless love.

Final Chorus:    This, the pow’r of the cross:

Son of God—slain for us.

What a love! What a cost!

We stand forgiven at the cross.

by Keith Getty & Stuart Townend. © 2005 Thankyou Music. CCLI #172212

Benediction

Order of Worship

Good Friday, April 18, 2025

Scripture for Meditation                                                           Psalm 13

Fullness of Grace

Verse 1:    Fullness of Grace in man’s human frailty

This is the wonder of Jesus

Laying aside His power and glory

Humbly He entered our world

Chose the path of meanest worth

Scandal of a virgin birth

Born in a stable cold and rejected

Here lies the hope of the world

Verse 2:    Fullness of Grace the love of the Father

Shown in the face of Jesus

Stooping to bear the weight of humanity

Walking the Calvary road

Christ the holy Innocent

Took our sin and punishment

Fullness of God despised and rejected

Crushed for the sins of the world

Verse 3:     Fullness of hope in Christ we had longed for

Promise of God in Jesus

Through His obedience we are forgiven

Opening the floodgates of heaven

All our hopes and dreams we bring

Gladly as an offering

Fullness of life and joy unspeakable

God's gift in love to the world

Keith & Kristyn Getty & Stuart Townend. Copyright © Thankyou Music 2004 CCLI#172212

Scripture Reading

Psalm 22

Solo 1

¹     My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

You are far from my plea and the cry of my distress.

²     O my God, I call by day and you give no reply;

I call by night and I find no peace.

Solo 2

³     Yet you, O God, are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel.

⁴     In you our fathers put their trust; they trusted and you set them free.

⁵     When they cried to you, they escaped.

In you they trusted and never in vain.

Red Hymnal #266                                                      “Nothing but the Blood”

Solo 1

⁶     But I am a worm and no man, scorned by men,

despised by the people.

⁷     All who see me deride me. They curl their lips; they toss their heads.

⁸     “He trusted in the Lord, let him save him;

let him release him if this is his friend.”

Solo 2

⁹     Yes, it was you who took me from the womb,

entrusted me to my mother’s breast.

¹⁰   To you I was committed from my birth,

from my mother’s womb you have been my God.

¹¹   Do not leave me alone in my distress;

Come close, there is none else to help.

This Is Your Coronation

This is Your coronation; thorns pressed upon Your head.

No bright angelic heralds, but angry crowds instead.

Beneath Your throne of timber, and struggling with the load.

You go in cruel procession on sorrow’s royal road.

Eternal judge on trial, God’s law, by law denied.

Love’s justice is rejected, and truth is falsified.

We who have charged, condemned You are sentenced by Your love.

Your blood pronounces pardon as You are stretched above.

High Priest, You are anointed with blood upon Your face,

And in this hour appointed the off’ring for our race.

For weakness interceding, for sin, You are the price.

For us Your prayer unceasing, O living sacrifice.

Text: Sylvia G. Dunstan 1955-1993, ©1995, GIA Publications, Inc. Tune: PASSION CHORALE, 7676 D; Hans Leo Hassler, 1564-1612; harm. by J. S. Bach 1685-1750

Solo 1

¹²   Many bulls have surrounded me, fierce bulls of Bashan close me in.

¹³   Against me they open wide their jaws, like lions,

rending and roaring.

¹⁴   Like water I am poured out, disjointed are all my bones.

My heart has become like wax, it is melted within my breast.

Solo 2

¹⁵   Parched as burnt clay is my throat, my tongue cleaves to my jaws.

¹⁶   Many dogs have surrounded me, a band of the wicked beset me.

They tear holes in my hands and my feet

¹⁷   and lay me in the dust of death.

¹⁸   I can count every one of my bones.

These people stare at me and gloat;

¹⁹   They divide my clothing among them. They cast lots for my robe.

Solo 1

²⁰   O Lord, do not leave me alone, my strength, make haste to help me!

²¹   Rescue my soul from the sword, my life from the grip of these dogs.

²²   Save my life from the jaws of these lions,

my poor soul from the horns of these oxen.

Rest, O Christ, from All Your Labor

Rest, O Christ, from all Your labor; sleep within Your borrowed tomb.

Foes have crucified and bound You fast within death’s narrow room.

Pilate’s guards stand watching, waiting

where they rolled the sealing stone.

All unseen another watches: God will not forsake His own.

Peace at last from all Your anguish, wounds in hands and feet and side.

Enemies no longer mock You, scourged, abandoned, crucified.

Faithful women gather spices, weep for You whom sin has slain.

Though they mourn, the God who guards You

will not let Your death be vain.

Help us keep this solemn Sabbath as we wait for Easter dawn.

Earth’s dark night of sin is passing; death’s long reign will soon be gone.

Christ, in whom the new creation rises brighter than the sun:

May we, as we watch for morning, trust the vict’ry You have won.

As, through parting Red Sea waters, Israel marched to liberty.

So we pass through baptism’s water, washed by grace, from sin set free.

Jesus risen, living, reigning now and through eternity:

Grant that, through Your life undying, we may live victoriously.

Text: Herman G. Stuempfle, Jr. 1923-2007, ©1993, GIA Publications, Inc. Tune: BEACH SPRING, 8787 D; The Sacred Harp, 1844; harm. By Marty Haugen, born 1950, ©1985, GIA Publications, Inc. (licenseone.net permission)

Solo 2

²³   I will tell of your name to my brethren and praise you

where they are assembled.

²⁴   “You who fear the Lord give him praise;

all sons of Jacob, give him glory. Revere him, Israel’s sons.

²⁵   For he has never despised nor scorned the poverty of the poor.

From him he has not hidden his face,

but he heard the poor man when he cried.”

Solos 1 & 2

²⁶   You are my praise in the great assembly.

My vows I will pay before those who fear him.

²⁷   The poor shall eat and shall have their fill.

They shall praise the Lord, those who seek him.

May their hearts live for ever and ever!

²⁸   All the earth shall remember and return to the Lord,

all families of the nations worship before him;

²⁹   for the kingdom is the Lord’s, he is ruler of the nations.

³⁰   They shall worship him, all the mighty of the earth;

before him shall bow all who go down to the dust.

And my soul shall live for him, my children serve him.

³¹   They shall tell of the Lord to generations yet to come,

declare his faithfulness to peoples yet unborn:

“These things the Lord has done.”

Ah, Holy Jesus, How Have You Offended?
1. Ah, holy Jesus, how have you offended,
that mortal judgment has on you descended?

By foes derided, by your own rejected, O most afflicted!
1. Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon you?
It is my treason, Lord, that has undone you.

‘Twas I, Lord Jesus, I it was denied you; I crucified you.
1. For me, dear Jesus, was your incarnation,
your mortal sorrow, and your life’s oblation.

Your death of anguish and your bitter passion, for my salvation.
1. Therefore, dear Jesus, since I cannot pay you,
I do adore you and will ever pray you,

Think on your pity and your love unswerving, not my deserving.

Words: Johann Heermann, 1630; tr. Robert Bridges, 1899, alt., P.D. Music (Herzliebster Jesu); Johann Cruger, 1640, P.D.

Sermon

“The Cry of Love”

Rev. Jason Steele

Notes

I. The Cry that __________________.the Cost of Love

(Mark 15:24; Isaiah 53:4-5; Psalm 22:1,24)

II. The Cry that __________________.Redemption’s Love

(John 19:30; I Peter 2:24; Romans 5:8-9)

III. The Cry that __________________.Us to Love

(John 15:13; Ephesians 5:1-2)

The Power of the Cross

Oh, to see the dawn Of the darkest day:

Christ on the road to Calvary.

Tried by sinful men, Torn and beaten, then Nailed to a cross of wood.

Chorus:              This, the pow’r of the cross:

Christ became sin for us;

Took the blame, bore the wrath—

We stand forgiven at the cross.

Oh, to see the pain Written on Your face,

Bearing the awesome weight of sin.

Ev’ry bitter thought, Ev’ry evil deed

Crowning Your bloodstained brow.                     Repeat Chorus

Now the daylight flees; Now the ground beneath

Quakes as its Maker bows His head.

Curtain torn in two, Dead are raised to life;

“Finished!” the vict'ry cry.                                   Repeat Chorus

Oh, to see my name Written in the wounds,

For through Your suffering I am free.

Death is crushed to death; Life is mine to live,

Won through Your selfless love.

Final Chorus:    This, the pow’r of the cross:

Son of God—slain for us.

What a love! What a cost!

We stand forgiven at the cross.

by Keith Getty & Stuart Townend. © 2005 Thankyou Music. CCLI #172212

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