Sunday Singing

This Sunday, we focus on the tremendous sacrifice of Christ on the cross, where He paid the price for our sins and bought our freedom. 

In memory, with gratitude ~

Night With Ebon Pinion

by J.H. Jameson and J.P. Powell

Night with ebon pinion,

Brooded o'er the vale;

All around was silent,

Save the night-wind's wail,

When Christ the Man of Sorrows,

In tears and sweat and blood,

Prostrate in the garden,

Raised His voice to God.

Smitten for offenses

Which were not His own,

He, for our transgressions,

Had to weep alone;

No friend with words to comfort,

Nor hand to help was there,

When the Meek and Lowly

Humbly bowed in prayer.

"Abba, Father, Father,

If indeed it may,

Let this cup of anguish, 

Pass from me, I pray;

Yet if it must be suffered,

By Me, Thine only Son,

Abba Father, Father, 

Let Thy will be done."