PRELUDE: It is Well With My Soul [Ville Du Havre] arr. by Eleanor Whitsett
WELCOME AND ANNOUNCEMENTS
CALL TO WORSHIP
INTROIT: O Come and Dwell in Me [Irish Melody], arr. by Arlen Clarke
O come and dwell in me, Holy Spirit of power within, and bring the glorious liberty from sorrow, fear and sin. Let all the angel throng give glory, thanks to God on high, while earth repeats the joyful song and echoes to the sky. Thy grace to sinners shown, the heavenly angel choirs proclaim, and cry, “Salvation to our God, salvation to the Lamb!” Spirit of Holiness, let thy saints adore thee, send thy renewing power, we kneel before thee. When heaven and earth have fled before thy face, sing all the saints thy love hath made thine everlasting praise. [Charles Wesley]
PRAYER
HYMN: Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing [Nettleton]
PRAYER
SCRIPTURE LESSON: Matthew 20:1-16
ANTHEM: For the Fruit of All Creation [Ar hyd y Nos], arr. by Mark Hayes
Give thanks to God! Let every voice give thanks to God! For the fruit of all creation, thanks be to God. For his gifts to every nation, thanks be to God. For the plowing, sowing, reaping, silent growth while we are sleeping, future needs in earth’s safe-keeping, thanks be to God. In the just reward of labor, God’s will is done. In the help we give our neighbor, God’s will is done. In our worldwide task of caring for the hungry and despairing, in the harvests we are sharing, God’s will is done. For the harvests of the Spirit, thanks be to God. For the good we all inherit, thanks be to God. For the wonders that astound us, for the truths that still confound us, most of all, that love has found us, thanks be to God. Thanks be to God. Let every voice give thanks to God! [Fred Pratt Green]
SERMON: “Accepting Injustice”
HYMN: To God Be the Glory [To God Be the Glory]
PRAYER
HYMN: My Hope is Built on Nothing Less [Solid Rock]
CHARGE AND BENEDICTION
RESPONSE: You Give arr. by Hal Wright
It’s easy to think it’s been me all along who accomplished the things I have done. At times I can feel myself swelling with pride, as if I alone fought the battles and won. But I know the truth, Lord; it all comes from you. And now I want to give you the praises you’re due. You give and you give, again and again; every gift I can trace to your hand. Out of your love and compassion for man, you give and you give and you give again. You work in my weakness; it’s there, I am strong. I don’t understand, but it’s true. So I will not glory except in the cross, and I’ll carefully give all the honor to you. I could sell my last possession, give my very life away, but nothing I could offer could compare to the way you give and you give, again. [Ann Downing & Marty Funderburk]
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