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Service for January 16, 2022 (The Second Sunday after Epiphany)
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Today's Service Bulletin and Words for the Hymns
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The words for this morning's hymns are posted below.

Opening Hymn:
CP 384 Praise to the Lord, the Almighty
Praise to the Lord,
the Almighty, the King of creation;
O my soul, praise him,
for he is thy health and salvation:
All ye who hear,
brothers and sisters draw near,
praise him in glad adoration.

Praise to the Lord,
who o'er all things so wondrously reigneth
shelters thee under
his wings, yea, so gently sustaineth:
hast thou not seen
how thy entreaties have been
granted in what he ordaineth?

Praise to the Lord,
who doth prosper thy work and defend thee;
surely his goodness
and mercy here daily attend thee:
ponder anew
what the Almighty can do,
if with his love he befriend thee.

Praise to the Lord!
O let all that is in me adore him!
All that hath life and
breath come now with praises before him!
Let the Amen
sound from his people again:
gladly for aye we adore him.

Gradual Hymn:
CP 341 God of Mercy, God of Grace
God of mercy, God of grace,
show the brightness of your face;
shine upon us, Saviour, shine;
fill your church with light divine;
and your saving health extend
unto earth's remotest end.

Let the people praise you, Lord;
be by all that live adored;
let the nations shout and sing
glory to their Saviour King;
at your feet their tribute pay,
and your holy will obey.

Let the people praise you, Lord;
earth shall then its fruits afford,
God to us all blessings give,
we to God devoted live:
all below and all above
one in joy and light and love. 

Offertory Hymn:
CP 600 You Call Us Out to Praise You
You call us out to praise you,
one God for all the earth;
to gather in communion
and treasure human worth;
we are your living story,
to hear and to be heard;
we praise your name, who write us,
the Writer and the Word.

For varied hues and textures,
new patterns, still you search
to weave your seamless garment,
the fabric of your church;
our tattered faith you cherish,
reclaim from wear and moth;
we praise your name, who twine us,
the Weaver and the Cloth.

The church that speaks forgiveness
confesses its own need;
the church that feels its hunger
finds grace to care and feed;
our famished world is crying,
its future filled with dread;
we praise your name, who fill us,
the Baker and the Bread.

The church that offers healing
discerns its wounds and loss;
the church that faces dying
shares life beyond the cross;
to people torn and broken
your mercy is revealed;
we praise your name, who love us,
the Healer and the Healed.

Our feeble voices struggle
to sing your justice clear;
the world is sunk in silence,
each discord echoes fear.
One voice alone is ragged;
together we are strong;
we praise your name, who breathe us,
the Singer and the Song.

Hymn during Communion:
CP 60 I Come with Joy
I come with joy, a child of God,
forgiven, loved and free,
the life of Jesus to recall,
in love laid down for me.

I come with Christians far and near
to find, as all are fed,
the new community of love
in Christ's communion bread.

As Christ breaks bread, and bids us share,
each proud division ends.
The love that made us makes us one,
and strangers now are friends.

The spirit of the risen Christ,
unseen, but ever near,
is in such friendship better known,
alive among us here.

Together met, together bound
by all that God has done,
we'll go with joy, to give the world
the love that makes us one. 

Closing Hymn:
CP 393 Immortal Invisible, God Only Wise
Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
in light inaccessible hid from our eyes;
most blessed, most glorious,
the Ancient of Days,
almighty, victorious, thy great name we praise.

Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
nor wanting, nor wasting, thou rulest in might;
thy justice like mountains high soaring above
thy clouds which are fountains
of goodness and love.

To all life thou givest, to both great and small;
in all life thou livest, the true life of all;
we blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree,
and wither and perish,
but nought changeth thee.

Great Source of all glory and wisdom and light,
thine angels adore thee, all veiling their sight;
all laud we would render: O help us to see
'tis only the splendour of light hideth thee.