Organ Prelude: “Break Forth, O Beauteous Heavenly Light” by Robert W. Thygerson, based on the tune ERMUNTE DICH by John Schop
Call to Worship & Invocation
Hymn: “This Is My Father’s World” Words: Maltbie D. Babcock, 1901, alt. Music: TERRA BETA – Traditional English Melody; adapted by Franklin L. Sheppard, 1915.
This is my Father’s world,
And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.
This is my Father’s world,
The birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world:
He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.
This is my Father’s world.
O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong
Seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world:
The battle is not done:
Jesus who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heav’n be one.
Scripture Genesis 1:1-5
Sermon: WORDS CREATE WORLDS by Rev. Martha Dominy
Prayer
Hymn: “How Great Thou Art” Words: Stuart K. Hine, 1953, Music: HOW GREAT THOU ART Swedish folk melody, adapted by Stuart K. Hine. © Copyright 1949 and 1953 Stuart Hine Trust CIO Stuart K. Hine Trust (Administration: USA All rights by Capitol CMG Publishing, except print rights for USA, North, Central and South America administered by Hope Publishing. All other non USA Americas rights by the Stuart Hine Trust. Rest of World – Integritymusic.com.) All rights reserved. Used by permission CCLI License # 460144
O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds thy hands have made,
I see the stars, I hear the *rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed:
Refrain
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to thee:
How great thou art! How great thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to thee:
How great thou art! How great thou art!
When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees,
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze: Refrain
And when I think that God, his Son not sparing,
Sent him to die, I scarce can take it in,
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin. Refrain
When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humble adoration,
And there proclaim, My God, how great thou art! Refrain
Benediction
Organ Postlude: “Go, Tell It on the Mountain” by Carl Simone, based on a Traditional Spiritual