Tucson First Brethren Church
Sunday Worship June 20, 2021 Father's Day
Sunday morning worship service
Locations & Times
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  • Tucson First Brethren Church
    201 N Columbus Blvd, Tucson, AZ 85711, USA
    Sunday 10:30 AM
Father of Lights
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Barnett, John
(c)1991 Mercy, CCLI: song 858299, Lic. 1233674

Father of Lights (echo)
You delight (echo)
in Your children (echo)
(2x)

Chorus:
For every good and perfect gift comes from You
For every good and perfect gift comes from You
For every good and perfect gift comes from You
Father of Lights

Father of Lights (echo)
You never change (echo)
You have no turning (echo)
(2x)

Chorus

Father of Lights (echo)
You delight (echo)
in Your children (echo)
Father of Lights (echo)
You never change (echo)
You have no turning (echo)

Chorus

I Walk By Faith
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Phil Wickham

Verse 1
There were walls between us. By the Cross You came and
broke them down, You broke them down
There were chains around us. By Your grace we are no
longer bound No longer bound
You called me out of the grave
You called me into the light
You called my name, and then my heart came alive!

Chorus
Your love is greater! Your love is stronger!
Your love awakens, awakens, awakens me!

Verse 2
Feel the darkness shaking. All the dead are coming
back to life, back to life
Hear the song awaken all creation singing
we're alive, cause You're alive!
You called me out of the grave
You called me into the light
You called my name, and then my heart came alive!

CHORUS

Bridge
And what a love we found!
Death can't hold us down!
We shout it out,
"Weíre alive cause You're alive!'

CHORUS

This Is My Father's World #2
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Maltbie D. Babcock, Franklin Sheppard

This is my Father's world,
And to my listening ears;
All nature sings and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world;
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father's world;
The birds their carols raise.
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their Maker's praise;
This is my Father's world;
He shines in all that's fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,
He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father's world,
O let me ne'er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the Ruler yet.
This is my Father's world;
The battle is not done;
Jesus, who died, shall be satisfied,
And earth and heaven be one.

Offering

We won't be passing the plates today. Remember to put your offering in the plates at the door on your way out. You can also use this link to give electronically. Thank you.

https://subsplash.com/tucsonfirstbrethrenchurc/give
He Is Able to Deliver Thee #142
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William Augustine Ogden, 1887
Verse 1:
'Tis the grandest theme through the ages rung;
'Tis the grandest theme for a mortal tongue;
'Tis the grandest theme that the world ever sung,
"Our God is able to deliver thee."

Verse 2:
'Tis the grandest theme in the earth or main;
'Tis the grandest theme for a mortal strain;
'Tis the grandest theme, tell the world again,
"Our God is able to deliver thee."

Verse 3:
'Tis the grandest theme, let the tidings roll,
To the guilty heart, to the sinful soul;
Look to God in faith, He will make thee whole,
"Our God is able to deliver thee."

Chorus 1:
He is able to deliver thee,
He is able to deliver thee;
Though by sin oppressed, go to Him for rest;
"Our God is able to deliver thee."

It Is Well with My Soul #381
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Horatio Gates Spafford, 1873.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Chorus:
It is well (echo)
With my soul (echo)
It is well, it is well,
with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

Chorus

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

Chorus

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

Chorus