A N N O U N C E M E N T S
PLEASE JOIN ME IN THE CALL TO WORSHIP
Leader: To you, O Lord, I lift up my soul; my God, I put my trust in you.
All: Let none who trust in you be put to shame; let the evil be disappointed in all their schemes.
Leader: Show me your ways, O Lord, and teach me to follow in your paths.
All: You guide the humble in doing right, O God, and all your ways are love and faithfulness.
LET US CONTINUE TO WORSHIP GOD IN SONG.
THIS IS HOW WE OVERCOME / YOU HAVE TURNE MY MOURNING INTO DANCING
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Your light broke through my night
Restored exceeding joy
Your grace fell like the rain
And made this desert live
You have turned my mourning into dancing
You have turned my sorrow into joy (yeah, come on)
Your hand lifted me up
I stand on higher ground
Your praise rose in my heart
And made this valley sing
You have turned my mourning into dancing
You have turned my sorrow into joy
You have turned my mourning into dancing
You have turned my sorrow into joy (oh yeah)
This is how we overcome (woo, come on)
This is how we overcome (yeah)
This is how we overcome (turned my mourning into dancing)
This is how we overcome (yeah-yeah)
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You have turned my mourning into dancing
You have turned my sorrow into joy
You have turned my mourning into dancing
You have turned my sorrow into joy
I WALK BY FAITH
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I walk by faith,
Each step by faith,
To live by faith,
I put my trust in You.
Every step I take
Is a step of faith,
No weapon formed against me
Shall prosper.
And ev'ry prayer I make
Is a prayer of faith.
If my God is for me,
Who can be against me?
HOW DEEP THE FATHER'S LOVE
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How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure,
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away,
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory.
Behold the man upon a cross.
My sin upon His shoulders;
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished;
His dying breath has brought me life -
I know that it is finished.
I will not boast in anything,
No gifts, no power, no wisdom;
But I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer.
But this I know with all my heart,
His wounds have paid my ransom