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THE EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST July 26, 2020 Opening Worship And Can It Be That I Should Gain Words: Charles Wesley (1707–1788) Music: SAGINA, Thomas Campbell (1777-1844)

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Page 1: Opening Worship · The things you’ve done before, In greater measure You will do again. ‘Cause there’s no prison wall You can’t break through, No mountain you can’t move,

THE EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOSTJuly 26, 2020

Opening WorshipAnd Can It Be That I Should Gain

Words: Charles Wesley (1707–1788) Music: SAGINA, Thomas Campbell (1777-1844)

Page 2: Opening Worship · The things you’ve done before, In greater measure You will do again. ‘Cause there’s no prison wall You can’t break through, No mountain you can’t move,

Songs of Worship

The Lessons

Jeremiah 31:1-26 (ESV)

Matthew 13:31–33, 44–50 (ESV)

SermonA Homecoming Song & Dance

Father Nate Beasley

God of Revival

We’ve seen what you can do,Oh, God of wonders.Your power has no end.The things you’ve done before,In greater measureYou will do again.

‘Cause there’s no prison wallYou can’t break through,No mountain you can’t move,All things are possible.There’s no broken body you can’t raise,No soul that you can’t save,All things are possible.

Chorus:The darkest night,You can light up,You can light up.God of revival,Let hope arise,Death is overcome,You’ve already won,God of revival.

You rose in victory,And now you’re seatedForever on the throne.So why should my heart fearWhat you’ve defeated?I will trust in you alone.

Come awaken your people,Come awaken your city.Oh God of revival, pour it out, pour it out.Every stronghold will crumble,Hear the chains hit the ground.Oh God of revival, pour it out, pour it out.

“God of Revival,” words and music by Brian Johnson and Phil Wickham © 2019 Phil Wickham Music, Simply Global Songs, Sing My Songs (admin by Fair Trade Music Publishing [c/o Essential Music Publishing LLC]) Bethel Music Publishing.

What a Friend We Have in Jesus

Special Music

Words: Joseph Scriven (1819–1886) Music: Charles C. Converse (1832–1918), arr. J. B. Herbert (1852–1927)

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Postlude

George N. AllenThomas A. Dorsey, Joyce Merman, Steve Williamson, & Christiana Wismer

Precious Lord, Take My Hand

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George N. AllenThomas A. Dorsey, Joyce Merman, Steve Williamson, & Christiana Wismer

Precious Lord, Take My Hand

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Words: Thomas A. Dorsey and Joyce Merman Music: George N. Allen, Steve Williamson, and Christiana Wismer

Precious Lord, Take My Hand

Mourning into Dancing

You I will exalt, Oh Lord,For you lifted me.When I cried to you for help,You restored my life!

You’ve turned my mourning into dancing,Clothed me with gladness.Joy comes in the morning,Oh, praise the Lord!

All this you have doneSo that we might singOn and on and onPraises to the King.

“Mourning into Dancing,” music by Justin Jacobson, © 2016.

There is Power in the Blood

Would you be free from your burden of sin?There’s pow’r in the blood, pow’r in the blood;Would you o’er evil a victory win?There’s wonderful pow’r in the blood.

Refrain:There is pow’r, pow’r, wonder-working pow’rIn the blood of the Lamb;There is pow’r, pow’r, wonder-working pow’rIn the precious blood of the Lamb.

Would you be free from your passion and pride?There’s pow’r in the blood, pow’r in the blood;Come for a cleansing to Calvary’s tide;There’s wonderful pow’r in the blood.

Would you be whiter, much whiter than snow?There’s pow’r in the blood, pow’r in the blood;Sin-stains are lost in its life-giving flow;There’s wonderful pow’r in the blood.

Words and Music: Lewis E. Jones, (1865–1936.)