Summerlea United Church
225 50th Ave, Lachine, Québec, H8T2T7, Canada. 514-634-2651

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Service for Sunday, October 11, 2020

(The service was recorded earlier on Wednesday, October 7.)

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Disclaimer: it's not your hearing, there is indeed an audible hum in several of the sound files. I will try to track down the source before the next service. So sorry. I hang my head in technical shame.

Many thanks to Marion G for so thoughtfully outfitted the church mice with masks so they could attend the service.

And just as many to Shirley E for the wonderful harvest bounty arranged so beautifully.

Theme from the Pastoral Symphony

by Handel

G. F. Handel
(1685 - 1759)

(The picture is the link to the sound file.)

Come, you thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest home!
All is safely gathered in,
Safe before the storms begin.
God our Maker does provide
For our needs to be supplied;
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest home!

All the world is God's own field,
Harvests for God's praise to yield;
Wheat and weeds together sown,
Here for joy or sorrow grown;
First the blade and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear;
Harvest giver grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.

For our God one day shall come,
And shall take this harvest home;
From the field shall in that day
All offenses purge away,
Giving angels charge at last
In the fire the weeds to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
In the garner evermore.

Even so, God, quickly come,

To your final harvest home;
Gather all you people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified,
In your presence to abide;
Come, with all your angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest home.


A Prayer and Some Scripture

Philippians 4: verses 1-9

(I mistakenly say "verses 3 - 9.")

The Philippians text is HERE.

Matthew 22: 1-14

And the Mattew text can be found HERE.

Sing to the Lord of Harvest

(VU 519)

Sing to the Lord of harvest,
Sing songs of love and praise;
With joyful hearts and voices
Your hallelujahs raise!
By whom the rolling seasons
In fruitful order move;
Sing to the Lord of harvest
A joyful song of love.

God makes the clouds drop fatness,
The deserts bloom and spring,
The hills leap up in gladness,
The valleys laugh and sing.
God fills them all with fullness
All things with large increase;
And crowns the year with goodness,
With plenty, and with peace.

Heap to this sacred altar
All things God's goodness gave,
The golden sheaves of harvest,
The souls Christ died to save.
Your hearts lay down before him
When at his feet you fall,
And with your lives adore him
Who gave his life for all.

Reflection & Offering

Scott's sermon TEXT

We Plough The Fields

We plow the fields and scatter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered
By your almighty hand.
You send the snow in winter,
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes and the sunshine,
and soft refreshing rain.

All good gifts around us
Are sent from heaven above;
We thank you, God, O holy God,
For all your love.

You only are the Maker
of all things near and far;
You paint the wayside flower,
You light the evening star;
The winds and waves obey you,
By you the birds are fed;
Much more to us, your children,
You give us daily bread.


We thank you, then, O Maker,
For all things bright and good.
The seed-time and the harvest,
Our life, our health, our food;
Accept the gifts we to offer
For all your love imparts,
And what from us you long for,
Our humble, thankful hearts!


Louis-Nicolas Clérambault
(1676 - 1746)

The "postlude" is a


by Clérambault.

And, of course, Connie plays a few old
Thanksgiving Favorites to see us away this day.
Have a Blessed Thanksgiving all!

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