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11:00 Morning Prayer Service at St James Church

Sunday 21st August, 2022

 

 

 

Presiding
Rev Heather Atkinson
Preaching
Mike Collins
Intercessions
Sue Chadwick
Pastoral Prayers
Helen Jones
Rob Jones
Readings
Jeremiah 1:4-10 - read by Hilary Hughes
Luke 13:10-17 - read by Keith Selby
Hymns
Alleluia! Sing To Jesusview lyrics
Abide With Meview chords/lyrics
I Cannot Tell Why He, Whom Angels Worshipview chords/lyrics
Praise My Soul, The King Of Heavenview chords/lyrics

 

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Reading: Jeremiah 1:4-10

Jeremiah 1:4-10

read by Hilary Hughes

The word of the LORD came to me, saying,
"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations."
"Alas, Sovereign LORD," I said, "I do not know how to speak; I am too young."
But the LORD said to me, "Do not say, 'I am too young.' You must go to everyone I send you to and say whatever I command you.
Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you and will rescue you," declares the LORD.
Then the LORD reached out his hand and touched my mouth and said to me, "I have put my words in your mouth.
See, today I appoint you over nations and kingdoms to uproot and tear down, to destroy and overthrow, to build and to plant."

 

 

Reading: Luke 13:10-17

Luke 13:10-17

read by Keith Selby

On a Sabbath Jesus was teaching in one of the synagogues,
and a woman was there who had been crippled by a spirit for eighteen years. She was bent over and could not straighten up at all.
When Jesus saw her, he called her forward and said to her, "Woman, you are set free from your infirmity."
Then he put his hands on her, and immediately she straightened up and praised God.
Indignant because Jesus had healed on the Sabbath, the synagogue leader said to the people, "There are six days for work. So come and be healed on those days, not on the Sabbath."
The Lord answered him, "You hypocrites! Doesn't each of you on the Sabbath untie your ox or donkey from the stall and lead it out to give it water?
Then should not this woman, a daughter of Abraham, whom Satan has kept bound for eighteen long years, be set free on the Sabbath day from what bound her?"
When he said this, all his opponents were humiliated, but the people were delighted with all the wonderful things he was doing.

 

 

Hymn: Alleluia! Sing To Jesus

Alleluia! Sing To Jesus

Words: William Chatterton Dix (1837-98)
Music: Samuel Sebastian Wesley (1810-76)

Alleluia! Sing to Jesus;
His the scepter, His the throne.
Alleluia! His the triumph,
His the victory alone.
Hark! The songs of peaceful Zion
Thunder like a mighty flood;
"Jesus out of ev'ry nation
Has redeemed us by His blood."
Alleluia! Not as orphans
Are we left in sorrow now.
Alleluia! He is near us;
Faith believes, nor questions how.
Though the cloud from sight received Him
When the forty days were o'er,
Shall our hearts forget His promise,
"I am with you evermore"?
Alleluia! Bread of heaven,
Here on earth our food, our stay.
Alleluia! Here the sinful
Flee to You from day to day.
Intercessor, Friend of sinners,
Earth's Redeemer, hear our plea
Where the songs of all the sinless
Sweep across the crystal sea.

 

 

Hymn: Abide With Me
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Abide With Me

Words: Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847)
Music: William Henry Monk (1823-89)

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide;
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee
Help of the helpless, O abide with me
Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grown dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
I need Thy presence every passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s pow’r?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies;
Heav’n’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

 

 

Hymn: I Cannot Tell Why He, Whom Angels Worship

I Cannot Tell Why He, Whom Angels Worship

Words: William Young Fullerton (1857-1932)
Music: traditional Irish melody

I cannot tell why He, whom angels worship,
Should set His love upon the sons of men,
Or why as Shepherd, He should seek the wanderers,
To bring them back, they know not how or when.
But this I know, that He was born of Mary,
When Bethl'em's manger was His only home,
And that He lived at Nazareth and labored,
And so the Savior, Savior of the world is come.
I cannot tell how silently He suffered,
As with His peace He graced this place of tears,
Or how His heart upon the Cross was broken,
The crown of pain to three and thirty years.
But this I know, He heals the brokenhearted,
And stays our sin, and calms our lurking fear,
And lifts the burden from the heavy laden,
For yet the Savior, Savior of the world, is here.
I cannot tell how He will win the nations,
How He will claim His earthly heritage,
How satisfy the needs and aspirations
Of east and west, of sinner and of sage.
But this I know, all flesh shall see His glory,
And He shall reap the harvest He has sown,
And some glad day His sun shall shine in splendor
When He the Savior, Savior of the world, is known.
I cannot tell how all the lands shall worship,
When, at His bidding, every storm is stilled,
Or who can say how great the jubilation
When all the hearts of men with love are filled.
But this I know, the skies will thrill with rapture,
And myriad, myriad human voices sing,
And earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, will answer:
At last the Savior, Savior of the world, is King.

 

 

Hymn: Praise My Soul, The King Of Heaven
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Praise My Soul, The King Of Heaven

Words: Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847)
Music: John Goss (1800-80)

Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven;
To His feet thy tribute bring.
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like thee His praise should sing:
Praise Him, praise Him, praise Him, praise Him,
Praise the everlasting King.
Praise Him for His grace and favour
To our fathers in distress;
Praise Him still the same forever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless.
Praise Him, praise Him, praise Him, praise Him,
Glorious in His faithfulness.
Fatherlike He tends and spares us,
Well our feeble frame He knows;
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Praise Him, praise Him, praise Him, praise Him,
Widely as His mercy flows.
Angels, help us to adore Him,
Ye behold Him face to face;
Sun and moon, bow down before Him;
Dwellers all in time and space,
Praise Him, praise Him, praise Him, praise Him,
Praise with us the God of grace.

 

 

 

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