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 WELCOME TO ST. PAUL LUTHERAN

PRESTON, KANSAS

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We are a congregation of the 

Lutheran Church - Missouri Synod

It is our privilege each week to proclaim and hear Jesus Christ crucified and risen from the dead for the salvation of the world.

            The people of St. Paul Lutheran are glad to have you worship with us. 

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The church is located 6 miles NE of Pratt on Hwy. 61

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SUNDAY MORNING WORSHIP:  10:00 a.m.

Divine Service with Holy Communion - 1st and 3rd Sundays

SUNDAY SCHOOL AND BIBLE CLASS:  9:00 a.m.   

Breakfast together with adults and children the last Sunday of each month.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
     
   
 

 

 
 

WEEK OF THE LORD'S PASSION

My Song is Love Unknown     LSB 430

My song is love unknown                                My Savior's love to me,                                  Love to the loveless shown                         That they might lovely be                              Oh, who am I That for my sake                    My Lord should take Frail flesh and die?

He came from His blest throne        Salvation to bestow;                                          But men made strange, and none             The longed-for Christ would know,        But, oh, my friend, My friend indeed,    Who at my need His life did spend!

Sometimes they strew His way                  And His sweet praises sing;        Resounding all the day                       Hosannas to their King.                               Then "Crucify!" Is all their breath,            And for His death They thirst and cry.

Why, what hath my Lord done?             What makes this rage and spite?                He made the lame to run,                                 He gave the blind their sight.                 Sweet injuries! Yet they at these Themselves displease And 'gainst  Him   rise.

They rise and needs will have                       My dear Lord made a away;                               A murderer they save,                                      The Prince of Life they slay.                            Yet cheerful He To suff'ring goes             That He His foes From thence might free.

In life no house, no home                                My Lord on earth might have;                        In death no friendly tomb                               But what a stranger gave.                          What may I say? Heav'n was His home But mine the tomb Wherein He lay.

Here might I stay and sing,                             No story so divine!                                         Never was love, dear King,                       Never was grief like Thine.                            This is my friend, In whose sweet praise      I all my days Could gladly spend!