Call to Worship (Abingdon Worship Annual 2018)
L: Sing to the Lord a new song. Let the mountains quake.
C: We worship a God of wonder
L: Sing praise to our God. Let the musicians join the heavenly chorus.
C: We worship a God of saving love.
L: Shout triumphantly to the Lord, all the earth.
Let the seas roar and the rivers clap their hands.
C: We worship a God of majesty and might.
Come! Worship the Lord.
Song: Shout to the Lord TFWS #2074:
My Jesus, my savior Lord there is none like you
All of my days I want to praise the wonders of your might love.
My comfort, my shelter tower of refuge and strength
Let every breath, all that I am, never cease to worship you:
(Chorus) Shout to the Lord, all the earth let us sing;
Power and majesty praise to the king,
Mountains bow down and the seas will roar
At the sound of your name
I sing for joy at the work of your hands
Forever I’ll love you forever I’ll stand
Nothing compares to the promise I have in you
Darlene Zschech 1993
Hymn: In the Garden UMH #314
- I come to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the roses,
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
- He speaks, and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
I’d stay in the garden with Him,
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling. Charles A. Miles, 1913
Questions for Reflection During Sermon
What needs to be pruned from me/us?
What kind of fruit do I/we produce?
What does remaining in Jesus look like for me/us?
Mothering God You Gave Me Birth TFWS #2050
Mothering God, you gave me birth in the bright morning of this world. Creator, source of every breath, you are my rain my wind my sun.
Mothering Christ you took my form, offering me your food of light, grain of life and grape of love, your very body for my peace.
Mothering Spirit, nurt’ring one, in arms of patience hold me close, so that in faith I root and grow until I flow’r, until I know.” Jean Janzen 1991