Song of Ascent
Go To Dark Gethsemane
J. Montgomery | K. Twit
Go to dark Gethsemane
Ye that feel the tempter’s power
Your Redeemer’s conflict see
Watch with Him one bitter hour
Turn not from His griefs away
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray
See Him at the judgment hall
Beaten, bound, reviled, arraigned
O the wormwood and the gall!
O the pangs His soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss
Learn of Christ to bear the cross
Learn of Christ to bear the cross
Learn of Christ to bear the cross
Calvary’s mournful mountain climb
There, adoring at His feet
Mark that miracle of time
God’s own sacrifice complete
“It is finished!” hear Him cry
Learn of Jesus Christ to die
Learn of Jesus Christ to die
Learn of Jesus Christ to die
Early hasten to the tomb
Where they laid His breathless clay
All is solitude and gloom
Who has taken Him away?
Christ is risen! He meets our eyes
Savior, teach us so to rise
Savior, teach us so to rise
Savior, teach us so to rise
Welcome & Invitation
Jeremy Goodwyne
Director of Worship
Judas Betrays Jesus
John 18:1-5
1When Jesus had spoken these words, he went out with his disciples across the brook Kidron, where there was a garden, which he and his disciples entered. 2Now Judas, who betrayed him, also knew the place, for Jesus often met there with his disciples. 3So Judas, having procured a band of soldiers and some officers from the chief priests and the Pharisees, went there with lanterns and torches and weapons. 4Then Jesus, knowing all that would happen to him, came forward and said to them, “Whom do you seek?” 5They answered him, “Jesus of Nazareth.” Jesus said to them, “I am he.” Judas, who betrayed him, was standing with them.
Prayer and Meditation
We Betray Him Too
Silent prayer and contemplation.
Up On A Mountain
V. Aiuto
Up on a mountain
Our Lord is alone
Without a family friends
Or a home
He cries Oo Oo Oo
Will you stay with Me
He cries Oh Oh Oh
Will you wait with Me
Up on a mountain
Our Lord is afraid
Carrying all the mistakes
We have made
And He knew, knew, knew
It’s a long way down
Do you know, know, know
It’s a long way down
Up in the heavens
Our Lord prays for you
He sent His Spirit to
Carry us through
So it’s true, true, true
That you’re not alone
Do you know, know, know
He came all the way down
So it’s true, true, true
That you’re not alone
Do you know, know, know
He came all the way down
Peter Denies Jesus
John 18:15-18, 25b-27
15Simon Peter followed Jesus, and so did another disciple. Since that disciple was known to the high priest, he entered with Jesus into the courtyard of the high priest, 16but Peter stood outside at the door. So the other disciple, who was known to the high priest, went out and spoke to the servant girl who kept watch at the door, and brought Peter in. 17The servant girl at the door said to Peter, “You also are not one of this man’s disciples, are you?” He said, “I am not.” 18Now the servants and officers had made a charcoal fire, because it was cold, and they were standing and warming themselves. Peter also was with them, standing and warming himself. 25bSo they said to him, “You also are not one of his disciples, are you?” He denied it and said, “I am not.” 26One of the servants of the high priest, a relative of the man whose ear Peter had cut off, asked, “Did I not see you in the garden with him?” 27Peter again denied it, and at once a rooster crowed.
Prayer and Meditation
We Deny Him Too
Silent prayer and contemplation.
O Sacred Head Now Wounded
J. W. Alexander | B. Of Clairvaux | P. Gerhardt | H. L. Hassler
O sacred Head now wounded
With grief and shame weighed down
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns Thine only crown
O sacred Head, What glory!
What bliss till now was Thine!
Yet tho’ despised and gory
I joy to call Thee mine
What Thou my Lord hast suffered
Was all for sinners’ gain
Mine mine was the transgression
But Thine the deadly pain
Lo here I fall my Savior
Tis I deserve Thy place
Look on me with Thy favor
Vouch-safe to me Thy grace
What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee dearest Friend
For this Thy dying sorrow
Thy pity without end
Oh make me Thine forever
And should I fainting be
Lord let me never never
Outlive my love to Thee
Pilate Examines Jesus
John 18:33-40
33So Pilate entered his headquarters again and called Jesus and said to him, “Are you the King of the Jews?” 34Jesus answered, “Do you say this of your own accord, or did others say it to you about me?” 35Pilate answered, “Am I a Jew? Your own nation and the chief priests have delivered you over to me. What have you done?” 36Jesus answered, “My kingdom is not of this world. If my kingdom were of this world, my servants would have been fighting, that I might not be delivered over to the Jews. But my kingdom is not from the world.” 37Then Pilate said to him, “So you are a king?” Jesus answered, “You say that I am a king. For this purpose I was born and for this purpose I have come into the world—to bear witness to the truth. Everyone who is of the truth listens to my voice.” 38Pilate said to him, “What is truth?” After he had said this, he went back outside to the Jews and told them, “I find no guilt in him. 39But you have a custom that I should release one man for you at the Passover. So do you want me to release to you the King of the Jews?” 40They cried out again, “Not this man, but Barabbas!” Now Barabbas was a robber.
Prayer and Meditation
We Question Him Too
Silent prayer and contemplation.
Who Is This So Weak And Helpless
C. Miner | W. W. How
Who is this, so weak and helpless
Child of lowly Hebrew maid
Rudely in a stable sheltered
Coldly in a manger laid?
’Tis the Lord of all creation
Who this wondrous path has trod
He is Lord from everlasting
And to everlasting God.
Who is this, a Man of Sorrows
Walking sadly life’s hard way
Homeless, weary, sighing, weeping
Over sin and Satan’s sway?
’Tis our God, our glorious Savior
Who above the starry sky
Is for us a place preparing
Where no tear can dim the eye
Who is this? Behold him shedding
Drops of blood upon the ground!
Who is this, despised, rejected
Mocked, insulted, beaten, bound?
’Tis our God, Who gifts and graces
On His church is pouring down
Who shall smite in holy vengeance
All His foes beneath His throne
Who is this that hangs there dying
While the rude world scoffs and scorns,
Numbered with the malefactors
Torn with nails, and crowned with thorns?
’Tis our God Who lives forever
’Mid the shining ones on high
In the glorious golden city
Reigning everlastingly
The Crowd Condemns Jesus
John 19:1-6, 12-16
1Then Pilate took Jesus and flogged him. 2And the soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns and put it on his head and arrayed him in a purple robe. 3They came up to him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!” and struck him with their hands. 4Pilate went out again and said to them, “See, I am bringing him out to you that you may know that I find no guilt in him.” 5So Jesus came out, wearing the crown of thorns and the purple robe. Pilate said to them, “Behold the man!” 6When the chief priests and the officers saw him, they cried out, “Crucify him, crucify him!” Pilate said to them, “Take him yourselves and crucify him, for I find no guilt in him.” 12From then on Pilate sought to release him, but the Jews cried out, “If you release this man, you are not Caesar’s friend. Everyone who makes himself a king opposes Caesar.” 13So when Pilate heard these words, he brought Jesus out and sat down on the judgment seat at a place called The Stone Pavement, and in Aramaic Gabbatha. 14Now it was the day of Preparation of the Passover. It was about the sixth hour. He said to the Jews, “Behold your King!” 15They cried out, “Away with him, away with him, crucify him!” Pilate said to them, “Shall I crucify your King?” The chief priests answered, “We have no king but Caesar.” 16So he delivered him over to them to be crucified.
Prayer and Meditation
We Mock Him Too
Silent prayer and contemplation.
How Deep The Father’s Love For Us
S. Townend
How deep the Father’s love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One
Bring many sons to glory
Behold the Man upon a cross
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no powr’s, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
We Kill Jesus
John 19:16b-19, 23-30
So they took Jesus, 17and he went out, bearing his own cross, to the place called The Place of a Skull, which in Aramaic is called Golgotha. 18There they crucified him, and with him two others, one on either side, and Jesus between them. 19Pilate also wrote an inscription and put it on the cross. It read, “Jesus of Nazareth, the King of the Jews.” 23When the soldiers had crucified Jesus, they took his garments and divided them into four parts, one part for each soldier; also his tunic. But the tunic was seamless, woven in one piece from top to bottom, 24so they said to one another, “Let us not tear it, but cast lots for it to see whose it shall be.” This was to fulfill the Scripture which says,
“They divided my garments among them, and for my clothing they cast lots.” So the soldiers did these things, 25but standing by the cross of Jesus were his mother and his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. 26When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to his mother, “Woman, behold, your son!” 27Then he said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother!” And from that hour the disciple took her to his own home. 28After this, Jesus, knowing that all was now finished, said (to fulfill the Scripture), “I thirst.” 29A jar full of sour wine stood there, so they put a sponge full of the sour wine on a hyssop branch and held it to his mouth. 30When Jesus had received the sour wine, he said, “It is finished,” and he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.
Homily
“You’re Not Finished, But It Is Finished”
Songs of Response
It Is Finished
T. Kelly | B. T. Murphy | C. Wells
Hark! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary
See, it rends the rocks asunder
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky
“It is finished!” “It is finished!”
Hear the dying Savior cry
“It is finished!” “It is finished!”
Hear the dying Savior cry
“It is finished!” O what pleasure
Do these charming words afford
Heav’nly blessings, without measure
Flow to us from Christ the Lord
“It is finished!” “It is finished!”
Saints the dying words record
“It is finished!” “It is finished!”
Saints the dying words record
Finished all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law
Finished all that God had promised
Death and hell no more shall awe
“It is finished!” “It is finished!”
Saints, from hence your comfort draw
“It is finished!” “It is finished!”
Saints, from hence your comfort draw
Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs
Join to sing the glorious theme;
All in earth, and all in heaven
Join to praise Emmanuel’s Name;
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Glory to the bleeding Lamb!
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Glory to the bleeding Lamb!
(repeat)
Hallelujah What A Savior
P. P. Bliss
Man of sorrows what a name
For the Son of God who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim
Hallelujah what a Savior
Bearing shame and scoffing rude
In my place condemned He stood
Sealed my pardon with His blood
Hallelujah what a Savior
Guilty vile and helpless we
Spotless Lamb of God was He
Full atonement can it be
Hallelujah what a Savior
Lifted up was He to die
It is finished was His cry
Now in heaven exalted high
Hallelujah what a Savior
When He comes our glorious King
All His ransomed home to bring
Then anew His song we’ll sing
Hallelujah what a Savior
Worship Leader – Jeremy Goodwyne
Piano – Jim Vaughn
Violin – Teresa Davis
Go To Dark Gethsemane © 2007 Kevin Twit – CCLI # 5158588 | Up On A Mountain © 2008 New Jerusalem Music – CCLI # 5389821 | O Sacred Head Now Wounded © Public Domain – CCLI # 108303 | Who Is This So Weak And Helpless © 1998 Christopher Miner – CCLI # 3251731 | How Deep The Father’s Love For Us © 1995 Thankyou Music (Admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing) – CCLI # 1558110 | It Is Finished © 2004 Clint Wells Music and Brian T. Murphy Music – CCLI # 5397648 | Hallelujah What A Savior © Public Domain – CCLI # 29530 |