For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6
SCHEDULED MEETINGS
Sunday Morning Bible Study 10:00 AM
Sunday Morning Worship 11:00 AM
Friday Night Bible Study 7:30 PM
OPENING HYMN
THERE IS A FOUNTAIN Pg196
SCRIPTURE READING
PSALMS 10
OFFERTORY
WORSHIP HYMN
To God Be The Glory Pg66
SPECIAL MUSIC
Message Title
The World Knew HIM Not
CLOSING HYMN
HE LIVES Pg220
ANNOUNCEMENTS
· Friday Night Bible Study is Canceled and will resume on January 10th
· Church workday scheduled for January 18th
In Matthew, Christ fulfills the prophecy of the coming King; in Luke, that of a promised Saviour.
The virgin bringing forth a son was to call His name Immanuel, which, being interpreted is “God with us” OUR KING” (Mat_1:23). But in Luke’s Gospel, by repeated statement, “Jesus, our Saviour”. What unspeakable joy to find these offices in the same man. If the condemned criminal finds in a King or President, whose word is power, a friend, he is happy indeed that those offices combine in one. The hope of the world of sinners is in a single circumstance, namely, that the compassionate Christ is also THE KING OF KINGS, whose speech is the end of all discussion, whose will knows no successful opposition, and whose compassion is exceeding great!
O worship the King, all glorious above,
And gratefully sing, His wonderful love;
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days,
Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.
O tell of His might, and sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space;
His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.
Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.
Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail;
Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end!
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.
J.C. Ryles
