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Order of Worship
Good Friday, April 15. 2022
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)
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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.”
Red Hymnal #258 “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross”
Homily
“The Centurion” Mark 15
Sermon Reflection
If We Had Been There
Leader: If we had been Jews, would we have spoken out for
Him when the Sanhedrin accused Him of blasphemy?
If we had been Gentiles, would we have defended Him
when the Romans condemned Him to death?
If we had been disciples, would we have stayed with Him
as the crowd became a crucifying mob?
Or would we have been like Peter-
Who followed Him and loved Him
and denied Him three times before the dawn?
People: Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
O! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble
Leader: And the Christ who was crucified there, once said:
“As you have done it to the least of these, My brothers,
you have done it unto me.”
As nations rise in war
As governments oppress the poor
As passive people turn and look aside
In silence
We crucify.
Again –
We crucify.
People: As indifference forms the pattern of our lives,
As hungry children cry for food,
As widows mourn alone in empty rooms,
In apathy –
We crucify.
Again –
We crucify.
People: Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?
O! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Leader: I think of the nails that crucified my Lord.
They were made of iron; but more –
They were made of hatred, prejudice and greed.
And I wonder –
What part of myself is found in the shadow of that mob
that stretches down through history?
What part of myself creates nails in other forms
that wounded my brother – and my Lord?
People: You know how many times I have betrayed You, Lord.
You know how many times I have chosen evil over good.
Guilt lies upon me like an iron cloak.
My soul is heavy – my burden hard.
People: Were you there when He rose up from the grave?
O! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Leader: In the act of death He absorbs our sins.
In love, He forgives our failures.
In the act of resurrection He gives
the promise of acceptance,
the assurance of forgiveness,
the affirmation of eternal life.
People: Through Your love, I am made whole,
Through Your death, I have found new life.
You are my shield, my redeemer and my hope.
My sins are forgiven – Hallelujah!
- Marilee Zdenek
Closing Red Hymnal #260 “And Can It Be That I Should Gain?”
Benediction
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