Worship Live Stream: Good Friday, April 15, 2022 - St. Paul's Presbyterian Church, Hamilton
Welcome to St. Paul's, we are glad that you have joined us today! Friday, April 15, 2022 11:00 a.m. Good Friday WE COME TOGETHER BEFORE GOD Prelude: “O Man, thy grievous sin bemoan” J.S. Bach Director of Music: Blair Havers Opening Hymn: 239 “O sacred head, sore wounded" (Scroll down for lyrics) THE WORD OF GOD READ AND PROCLAIMED Scriptures Reader: Rev. Dr. James Dickey Psalm 22 (https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/...) Mark 15: 21-39 (https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/...) Good Friday Lent Liturgy Anthem: "Flee a a bird" Leland B. Sateren Sermon: “The point across” Minister: Rev. Dr. James Dickey Solo "Pie Jesu" Soloist: Beth McJannett WE RESPOND TO GOD’S WORD WITH CELEBRATION Organ Offertory: “And no bird sang” Douglas Wagner If you'd like to make a donation to support the work St. Paul's, it can be made by clicking on this link: https://www.canadahelps.org/en/dn/13133 OR Send an Interac e-Transfer to: [email protected] If you require a tax receipt, please also send an email to the same address with your personal information. WE GO FORTH IN THE JOY OF THE LORD Closing Hymn: 231 “When I survey the wondrous cross" (Scroll down for lyrics) Postlude: “O darkest woe” Wilbur Held HYMN LYRICS Hymn 239 – O Sacred head, sore wounded 1. O sacred head, sore wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, now scornfully surrounded with thorns, thine only crown; how art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn; how does that visage languish which once was bright as morn. 2. What thou, my Lord, hast suffered was all for sinners' gain; mine, mine was the transgression, but thine the deadly pain; lo, here I fall, my Saviour; 'tis I deserve thy place; look on me with thy favour; oh grant to me thy grace. 3. What language shall I borrow to thank thee, dearest friend, for this thy dying sorrow, thy pity without end? Oh make me thine forever, and should I fainting be, Oh let me never, never outlive my love for thee. 4. Be near when I am dying; oh show thy cross to me, and to my rescue flying, come, Lord, and set me free: these eyes, new faith receiving, from Jesus shall not move, for those who die believing die safely through love. Hymn 231 – When I survey the wondrous cross 1. When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of glory died, my richest gain I count but loss, and pour contempt on all my pride. 2. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, save in the death of Christ my God; all the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3. See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e’er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4. Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a offering far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.
