Friday, March 29, 2013

The pains of all of them he carried from the day of his birth.



John Chapter 19

17 And he abearing his bcross went forth into a place called the place of a cskull, which is called in the Hebrew Golgotha:
 18 Where they crucified him, and two other with him, on either side one, and Jesus in the midst.
 19 ¶And Pilate wrote a title, and put it on the cross. And the writing was, JESUS OF NAZARETH THE KING OF THE JEWS.
 20 This title then read many of the Jews: for the place where Jesus was crucified was nigh to the city: and it was written in Hebrew, and Greek, and Latin.
 21 Then said the chief priests of the Jews to Pilate, Write not, The King of the Jews; but that he said, I am King of the Jews.


 22 Pilate answered, What I have written I have written.
 23 ¶Then the soldiers, when they had crucified Jesus, took his garments, and made four parts, to every soldier a part; and alsohis coat: now the coat was without seam, woven from the top throughout.
 24 They said therefore among themselves, Let us not rend it, but cast lots for it, whose it shall be: that the scripture might be fulfilled, which saith, They parted my araiment among them, and for my vesture they did cast lots. These things therefore the soldiers did.
 25 ¶Now there stood by the cross of Jesus his amother, and his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of bCleophas, and Mary Magdalene.



 26 When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the adisciple standing by, whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, bWoman, behold thy son!
 27 Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy amother! And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own home.
 28 ¶After this, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the scripture might be fulfilled, saith, I thirst.
 29 Now there was set a vessel full of vinegar: and they filled a sponge with avinegar, and put it upon hyssop, and put it to his mouth.
 30 When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, It isafinished: and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost.


 31 The Jews therefore, because it was the preparation, that the bodies should not remain upon the across on the sabbath day, (for that bsabbath day was an chigh dday,) besought Pilate that their legs might be ebroken, and that they might be taken away.
 32 Then came the soldiers, and brake the legs of the first, and of the other which was crucified with him.
 33 But when they came to Jesus, and saw that he was dead already, they abrake not his legs:
 34 But one of the soldiers with a spear pierced his side, and forthwith came there out blood and water.
 35 And he that asaw it bare brecord, and his record is true: and he knoweth that he saith true, that ye might believe.
 36 For these things were done, that the scripture should be fulfilled, A abone of him shall not be broken.
 37 And again another scripture saith, They shall look on him whom they apierced.
 38 ¶And after this aJoseph of Arimath√¶a, being a disciple of Jesus, but secretly for bfear of the Jews, besought Pilate that he might take away the body of Jesus: and Pilate gave him leave. He came therefore, and took the body of Jesus.
 39 And there came also aNicodemus, which at the first came to Jesus by night, and brought a mixture of bmyrrh and aloes, about an hundred pound weight.
 40 Then took they the body of Jesus, and wound it in linen clothes with the spices, as the manner of the Jews is to bury.


 41 Now in the place where he was crucified there was a garden; and in the garden a new asepulchre, wherein was never man yet laid.
 42 There laid they Jesus therefore because of the Jews’apreparation day; for the sepulchre was nigh at hand.


He Is Risen!

He is risen! He is risen!
Tell it out with joyful voice.
He has burst his three days' prison;
Let the whole wide earth rejoice.
Death is conquered; man is free.
Christ has won the victory.
Come with high and holy hymning;
Chant our Lord's triumphant lay.
Not one darksome cloud is dimming
Yonder glorious morning ray,
Breaking o'er the purple east,
Symbol of our Easter feast.
He is risen! He is risen!
He hath opened heaven's gate.
We are free from sin's dark prison,
Risen to a holier state.
And a brighter Easter beam
On our longing eyes shall stream.
Text: Cecil Frances Alexander, 1818-1895
Music: Joachim Neander, 1650-1680






John 20:11-17

11¶But Mary stood without at the sepulchre weeping: and as she wept, she stooped down, and looked into the sepulchre,

12And seeth two angels in white sitting, the one at the head, and the other at the feet, where the body of Jesus had lain.
13And they say unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? She saith unto them, Because they have taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid him.
14And when she had thus said, she turned herself back, and saw Jesus standing, and knew not that it was Jesus.

15Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away.
16Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master.
17Jesus saith unto her, Touch me not; for I am not yet ascended to my Father: but go to my brethren, and say unto them, I ascend unto my Father, and your Father; and to my God, and your God.


 18 Mary Magdalene came and told the disciples that she had seen the Lord, and that he had spoken these things unto her.
 19 ¶Then the same day at evening, being the first day of the week, when the doors were shut where the disciples were assembled for fear of the Jews, came Jesus and stood in the midst, and saith unto them, Peace be unto you.

I Stand All Amazed

 I stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me,
Confused at the grace that so fully he proffers me.
I tremble to know that for me he was crucified,
That for me, a sinner, he suffered, he bled and died.
Oh, it is wonderful that he should care for me
Enough to die for me!
Oh, it is wonderful, wonderful to me!
I marvel that he would descend from his throne divine
To rescue a soul so rebellious and proud as mine,
That he should extend his great love unto such as I,
Sufficient to own, to redeem, and to justify.
I think of his hands pierced and bleeding to pay the debt!
Such mercy, such love and devotion can I forget?
No, no, I will praise and adore at the mercy seat,
Until at the glorified throne I kneel at his feet.
Text and music: Charles H. Gabriel, 1856-1932

 20 And when he had so said, he shewed unto them his hands and his side. Then were the disciples glad, when they saw the Lord.

 21 Then said Jesus to them again, Peace be unto you: as my Father hath sent me, even so send I you.

O Love That Glorifies the Son
O love that glorifies the Son,
O love that says, "Thy will be done!"
Pure love whose spirit makes us one—
Come, fill my soul today;
Come, fill my soul today.
O love that binds our family,
O love that brings my heart to thee,
Pure love that lasts eternally—
O love that overcomes defeat,
O love that turns the bitter sweet,
Pure love that makes our lives complete—
O Lord, give me the will to mend;
O Lord, change me from foe to friend;
Dear Lord, sustain me to the end—
Text and music: Lorin F. Wheelwright, 1909-1987. © 1969, 1985 Lorin F. Wheelwright. This hymn may be copied for incidental, noncommercial church or home use.







Consider The Lilies
 Words and music by: Roger Hoffman
1986 SONOS, a division of Jackman Music Corp.
  
 Consider the lilies of the field
How they grow, how they grow
Consider the birds in the sky
How they fly, how the fly

He clothes the lilies of the field
He feeds the birds in the sky
And he will feed those who trust him
And guide them with his eye

Consider the sheep of his fold
How they follow where he leads
Though their paths may wind across the mountain
He knows the meadows where he leads

Consider the sweet, tender children
Who must suffer on the earth
The pains of all of them he carried
From the day of his birth

He clothes the lilies of the field
He feeds the lambs in his fold
And he will feed those who trust him
And make their hearts as gold

Sunday, March 24, 2013

His Journey for Us...









  1. Jesus Once Was a Little Child

    Jesus once was a little child,
    A little child like me;
    And he was pure and meek and mild,
    As a little child should be.
  2. He played as little children play
    The pleasant games of youth;
    But he never got vexed if the game went wrong,
    And he always spoke the truth.
  3. So, little children,
    Let's you and I
    Try to be like him,
    Try, try, try.
  4. Words: James R. Murray, 1841-1905
    Music: Joseph Ballantyne, 1868-1944









  1. He Sent His Son

    How could the Father tell the world of love and tenderness?
    He sent his Son, a newborn babe, with peace and holiness.
    How could the Father show the world the pathway we should go?
    He sent his Son to walk with men on earth, that we may know.
    How could the Father tell the world of sacrifice, of death?
    He sent his Son to die for us and rise with living breath.
    What does the Father ask of us? What do the scriptures say?
    Have faith, have hope, live like his Son, help others on their way.
    What does he ask? Live like his Son.

    Words: Mabel Jones Gabbott,1910-2004
    Music: Michael Finlinson Moody, b. 1941
    (c) 1982 by Mabel Jones Gabbott and Michael Finlinson Moody. Arr. (c) 1989 IRI.




  1. Fair is the sunshine,
    Fairer the moonlight
    And all the stars in heav'n above;
    Jesus shines brighter,
    Jesus shines purer
    And brings to all the world his love.
  2. Fair are the meadows,
    Fairer the woodlands,
    Robed in the flowers of blooming spring;
    Jesus is fairer,
    Jesus is purer.
    He makes the sorrowing spirit sing.
  3. Beautiful Savior!
    Lord of the nations!
    Son of God and Son of Man!
    Thee will I honor, praise, and give glory,
    Give praise and glory evermore!
    Evermore!
  4. Words: Anon., twelfth century
    Music: Silesian folk song, arr. by Darwin Wolford, b. 1936. Arr. (c) 1989 IRI









O Savior, Thou Who Wearest a Crown


O Savior, Thou Who Wearest a Crown


O Savior, thou who wearest
A crown of piercing thorn,
The pain thou meekly bearest,
Weigh'd down by grief and scorn.
The soldiers mock and flail thee;
For drink they give thee gall;
Upon the cross they nail thee
To die, O King of all.
No creature is so lowly,
No sinner so depraved,
But feels thy presence holy
And thru thy love is saved.
Tho craven friends betray thee,
They feel thy love's embrace;
The very foes who slay thee
Have access to thy grace.




Matthew 27 26-31

 26 ¶Then released he Barabbas unto them: and when he had scourged Jesus, he delivered him to be crucified.
 27 Then the soldiers of the governor took Jesus into the common hall, and gathered unto him the whole band of soldiers.
 28 And they stripped him, and put on him a  scarlet robe.
 29 ¶And when they had plaited a crown of thorns, they put itupon his head, and a  reed in his right hand: and they bowed the knee before him, and mocked him, saying, Hail, King of the Jews!
 30 And they spit upon him, and took the reed, and smote him on the head.
 31 And after that they had mocked him, they took the robe off from him, and put his own raiment on him, and led him away to crucify him.