Watch
Listen
Complete Service
Sermon Only
Order of Service
- Prelude
- The Confession of Sin (p. 120)
- The Versicles (pp. 120-121)
- Reading: Isaiah 40:6-10 View
The voice said, “Cry out!” and he said, “What shall I cry?” “All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field. The grass withers, the flower fades, Because the breath of the LORD blows upon it; surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God stands forever.” O Zion, You who bring good tidings, get up into the high mountain; O Jerusalem, You who bring good tidings, lift up your voice with strength, Lift it up, be not afraid; Say to the cities of Judah, “Behold your God!” Behold, the Lord GOD shall come with a strong hand, and His arm shall rule for Him; Behold, His reward is with Him, and His work before Him. - Choir anthem: 'O Day Full of Grace' arr. Christiansen
O day, full of grace, which we behold, Now gently to view ascending; Thou over the earth thy reign unfold, Good cheer to all mortals lending, That children of light in every clime May prove that the night is ending. How blest was that gracious midnight hour, When God in our flesh was given; Then broke forth the dawn with light and power, That spread o'er the darkened heaven; Then rose o'er the world that Sun divine Which gloom from our hearts hath driven. Yea, were every tree endowed with speech, And every leaflet singing, They never with praise His worth could reach, Though earth with their praise be ringing. Who fully could praise the Light of life, Who light to our souls is bringing? With joy we depart for our fatherland, And there we shall walk in endless light. (Danish folk hymn, fifteenth century. C.E.F. Weyse, 1774-1842, arr. F.M. Christiansen, 1871-1955) - Homily
- Choir anthem: 'My Soul, There is a Country' Parry
My soul, there is a country, far beyond the stars, Where stands a wingèd sentry, All skillful in the wars. There, above noise and danger, Sweet peace sits crowned with smiles, And One born in a manger Commands the beauteous files. He is thy gracious Friend, And (O my soul, awake!) Did in pure love descend, To die here for thy sake. If thou canst get but thither, There grows the flower of peace, The Rose that cannot wither, Thy Fortress, and thy Ease. Leave, then, thy foolish ranges; For none can thee secure But One, who never changes, Thy God, thy Life, thy Cure. (H. Vaughan, Silex Scintillans, or Sacred Poems, 1650) - The Kyrie (p. 124)
- The Lord's Prayer (p. 125)
- Hymn 584 - Grant Peace, We Pray, in Mercy, Lord View
- The Collect (pp. 125-127)
- The Benedicamus (p. 127)
- The Benediction (p. 127)
- Postlude