JESUS CHRIST IS THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD,

The light no darkness can overcome.

STAY WITH US, LORD, FOR IT IS EVENING,

and the day is almost over.

LET YOUR LIGHT SCATTER THE DARKNESS

and illumine Your Church.

 
JOYOUS LIGHT OF GLORY;
of the immortal Father; heavenly, holy, blessed Jesus Christ.  We have come to the setting of the sun, and we look to the evening light.  We sing to God, the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit:   You are worthy of being praised with pure voices forever.  O Son of God, O Giver of life:  the universe proclaims Your glory.  (LSB Evening Prayer)

 

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SUNDAY MORNING WORSHIP:  10:00 a.m.

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

Live radio broadcast of the worship service of St. Paul at 10:00 a.m. can be heard at the following links- 

www.primcast.com/radio/285112 

http://player.radioforge.com  

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ST. PAUL EVANGELICAL LUTHERAN CHURCH

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Established in the year 1900

A congregation of the Lutheran Church-Missouri Synod  - http://www.lcms.org

Located 6 miles Northeast of Pratt on Hwy. 61

CHRIST, THE LIFE OF ALL THE LIVING

Christ, the Life of all the living,
Christ, the death of death, our foe,
Who, Thyself for me once giving
To the darkest depths of woe:
Through thy suff'rings, death, and merit
I eternal life inherit.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.
 

Thou, ah! Thou, hast taken on Thee
Bonds and stripes, a cruel rod;
Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee,
0 Thou sinless Son of God!
Thus didst Thou my soul deliver
From the bonds of sin forever.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.
 

Thou hast borne the smiting only
That my wounds might all be whole;
Thou hast suffered, sad and lonely,
Rest to give my weary soul;
Yea, the curse of God enduring,
Blessing unto me securing.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.
 

Heartless scoffers did surround Thee,
Treating Thee with shameful scorn
And with piercing thorns they crowned Thee.
All disgrace Thou, Lord, hast borne,
That as Thine Thou mightest own me
And with heav'nly glory crown me.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.
 

Thou hast suffered men to bruise Thee,
That from pain I might be free;
Falsely did Thy foes accuse Thee:
Thence I gain security;
Comfortless Thy soul did languish
Me to comfort in my anguish.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.
 

Thou hast suffered great affliction
And hast borne it patiently,
Even death by crucifixion,
Fully to atone for me;
Thou didst choose to be tormented
That my doom should be prevented.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.
 

Then, for all that wrought my pardon,
For Thy sorrows deep and sore,
For Thine anguish in the Garden,
I will thank Thee evermore,
Thank Thee for Thy groaning, sighing,
For Thy bleeding and Thy dying,
For that last triumphant cry,
And shall praise Thee, Lord, on high.

Lutheran Service Book #420 Concordia Publishing House

 

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