good friday communion - april 22, 2011

Summit Woods Baptist Church“Exalt the King and Extend the Kingdom”

What a Savior

Man of Sorrows, what a nameFor the Son of God who came

Ruined sinners to reclaim, hallelujahBearing shame and scoffing rude

In my place condemned He stoodSealed my pardon with His blood

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Savior, You showed Your loveDefeated our sin, poured out Your blood

So we praise You, Lamb that was slainWe offer our lives to proclaim

What a Savior

Guilty, vile, and helpless weSpotless Lamb of God was He

Full atonement, can it be? HallelujahLifted up was He to die

“It is finished” was His cryNow in heav’n exalted high




What a Savior

When He comes, our glorious KingAll His ransomed home to bringThen anew this song we’ll sing




What a SaviorVerses--Philip Bliss M and C--Devon Kauflin

(c) 2008 Sovereign Grace PraiseCCLI License #1501423

The Wonderful Cross

When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died;

My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt

on all my pride.

See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love

flow mingled down; Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Oh, the wonderful cross, Oh, the wonderful crossBids me come and die,

and find that I may truly live.Oh, the wonderful cross,Oh, the wonderful cross;

All who gather here by grace draw near and bless Your name.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were an offering far too small:

Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul,

my life, my all.

Oh, the wonderful cross, Oh, the wonderful crossBids me come and die,

and find that I may truly live.Oh, the wonderful cross,Oh, the wonderful cross;

All who gather here by grace draw near and bless Your name.

#76 – Words and Music by ISAAC WATTS, CHRIS TOMLIN and J. D. WALT© 2000 worshiptogether.com Songs / Six Steps Music (All Rights adm. by EMI Christian Music Publishing).

All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission.CCLI License #1501423

Love Lustres at CalvaryValley of Vision

Enlarge my heart, warm my affections, open my lips,

supply words that proclaim ‘Love lustres at Calvary.’

There grace removes my burdens and heaps them on thy Son, made a transgressor, a curse,

and sin for me;

There the sword of thy justice smote the man, thy fellow;

There thy infinite attributes were magnified, and infinite atonement was made;There infinite punishment was due,

and infinite punishment was endured.

Christ was all anguish that I might be all joy, cast off that I might be brought in,

trodden down as an enemy that I might be welcomed as a friend

surrendered to hell’s worst that I might attain heaven’s best, stripped that I might be clothed, wounded that I might be healed

athirst that I might drink, tormented that I might be comforted,

made a shame that I might inherit glory. entered darkness that I might have eternal

My Savior wept that all tears might be wiped from my eyes,

groaned that I might have endless song, endured all pain

that I might have unfading health, bore a thorned crown

that I might have a glory-diadem bowed his head that I might uplift mine,

experienced reproach that I might receive welcome,

closed his eyes in death that I might gaze on unclouded

O Father, who spared not thine only Son that thou mightiest spare me,

All this transfer thy love designed and accomplished;

Help me to adore thee by lips and life.

O that my every breath might be ecstatic praise, my every step buoyant with delight,

as I see my enemies crushed, Satan baffled, defeated, destroyed,

sin buried in the ocean of reconciling blood, hell’s gates closed, heaven’s portal open.

Go forth, O conquering God, and show me the cross,

mighty to subdue, comfort and save.

Beneath the Cross

Beneath the cross of JesusI find a place to stand,

And wonder at such mercyThat calls me as I am;

For hands that should discard meHold wounds which tell me, "Come."

Beneath the cross of JesusMy unworthy soul is won.

Beneath the cross of JesusHis family is my own—

Once strangers chasing selfish dreams,Now one through grace alone.

How could I now dishonorThe ones that You have loved?

Beneath the cross of JesusSee the children called by God.

Beneath the cross of Jesus—The path before the crown—

We follow in His footstepsWhere promised hope is found.

How great the joy before usTo be His perfect bride;

Beneath the cross of JesusWe will gladly live our lives.

How great the joy before usTo be His perfect bride;

Beneath the cross of JesusWe will gladly live our lives.

Words and Music by Keith & Kristyn GettyCopyright © 2005 Thankyou Music

CCLI License #1501423

Thy Will Be DoneSanctuary Choir

Our cup was filled with darkness.Our cup was filled with death.

Christ took our cup and drank it,and gave us life,

and gave us hope,gave us Himself.

My Father, let this cup pass from me.My Father, let this cup pass from me;

yet not my will,O Lord, yet not my will,

O Lord, but Thine be done.

In blackest night we hear Himin dark Gethsemane.

Pleading with the Fatherfor one more way,

for one more hope,for one more day.

Then they took our Savior,and led Him to a tree;

and there they broke His body,poured out His life,put Him to death

to rise again!

316 O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,

Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;

How pale Thou art with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn;

How does that visage languish,Which once was bright as morn!

What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners’ gain;

Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain.Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place;

Look on me with Thy favor, Assist me with Thy grace.

What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend,

For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?

O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be,Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.

W--Paul Gerhardt M--Hans Leo HasslerCCLI License #1501423

336 There Is a Fountain

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins;

And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.Lose all their guilty stains,lose all their guilty stains;

And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day;

And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away;

And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its power

Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.Be saved, to sin no more, be saved, to sin no more;

Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.

E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply,

Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.

And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die;Redeeming love has been my theme,

and shall be till I die.

When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.

Then in a nobler, sweeter song,I’ll sing Thy power to save,I’ll sing Thy power to save, I’ll sing Thy power to save,

Then in a nobler, sweeter song,I’ll sing Thy power to save.

W--William Cowper M--Traditional American MelodyCCLI License #1501423

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