Good Friday worship 14/04/17

To prepare us for our Good Friday service the band shared the hymn tunes Horsley and Passion Chorale, with which we associate the following words:

There is a green hill far away,

outside a city wall,

where our dear Lord was crucified

who died to save us all.

O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine.

Our first contribution to our worship was the beautiful arrnagement of Written in Red, during which Olwyn Mathie joined with the band to sing the lyrics of the song:

In letters of crimson, God wrote His love

On the hillside so long, long ago;

For you and for me Jesus died,

And love’s greatest story was told.

I love you, I love you

That’s what Calvary said;

I love you, I love you,

I love you, written in red.

Down through the ages, God wrote His love

With the same hands that suffered and bled;

Giving all that he had to give,

A message so easily read.

I love you, I love you,

That’s what Calvary said;

I love you, I love you,

I love you.

Oh, precious is the flow, that makes me white as snow;

No other fount I know, nothing but the blood of Jesus.

I love you, I love you

That’s what Calvary said;

I love you, I love you,

I love you, written in Red.

Before Major Chris asked us to consider whether we are not only close to the cross, but close to Christ as well, we provided our second contribution to our worship, this time playing At the Foot of the Cross:

How can I better serve thee, Lord,

Thou who hast done so much for me?

Faltering and weak my labour has been;

O that my life may tell for thee!

Here at the cross in this sacred hour,

Here at the source of reviving power,

Helpless indeed, I come with my need;

Lord, for thy service, fit me I plead.

Dull are my ears to hear thy voice,

Slow are my hands to work for thee,

Loath are my feet to conquer the steeps

That lead me to my Calvary.

Strength for my weakness, Lord, impart;

Sight for my blindness give to me;

Faith for my doubtings, Lord, I would crave,

That I may serve thee worthily.

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