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

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Service for October 18, 2020

(This service was recorded earlier on October 15 in the 'empty' sanctuary.)

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Intermezzo/Be Thou My Vision
Arr'd by Cindy Berry

(1863 – 1945)

And with the congregation absent...
the Church Mice have been enjoying the view from the choir loft!

A Special Thank-You
to the Head Church Mouse
for the above Beauties.

(The image is the audio link)

“You are worthy, our Lord and God,
to receive glory and honor and power,
for you created all things,
and by your will they existed and were created.”

(Revelation 4:11)

Come and Find the Quiet Centre

Come and find the quiet centre
In the crowded life we lead,
Find the room for hope to enter,
Find the frame where we are freed:
Clear the chaos and the clutter,
Clear our eyes, that we can see
All the things that really matter,
Be at peace, and simply be.

Silence is a friend who claims us,
Cools the heat and slows the pace,
God it is who speaks and names us,
Knows our being, face to face,
Making space within our thinking,
Lifting shades to show the sun,
Raising courage when we're shrinking,
Finding scope for faith begun.

In the spirit let us travel,
Open to each other's pain,
Let our loves and fears unravel,
Celebrate the space we gain:
There's a place for deepest dreaming,
There's a time for heart to care,
In the Spirit's lively scheming
There is always room to spare!

Exodus 33 vs 12 - 33

The written text can be read HERE

Matthew 22 vs 15-22

The written text is HERE.

Take My Life and Let It Be

Take my life, and let it be
   Consecrated, all for thee;
Take my moments and my days;
    Let them flow in ceaseless praise.


Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of thy love;
Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and purposeful for thee.

Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from thee;
Take my intellect, and use
Every power as thou shalt choose.


Take my will, and make it thine;
   It shall be no longer mine;
Take my heart, it is thine own;
   It shall be thy royal throne.


Take my love: and I will pour
   At thy feet its treasure store;
Take myself, and I will be ever,
   Only, all for thee.

Seeing Just Enough

Scott's text can be read HERE.

As a Fire Is Meant for Burning

As a fire is meant for burning
   With a bright and warming flame,
So the church is meant for mission,
   Giving glory to God's name.

Not to preach our creeds or customs,
    But to build a bridge of care,
We join hands across the nations,
   Finding neighbours everywhere.

We are learners; we are teachers;
   We are pilgrims on the way.
We are seekers; we are givers;
    We are vessels made of clay.

By our gentle, loving actions,
   We would show that Christ is light.
In a humble, listening Spirit,
   We would live to God's delight.

As a green bud in the springtime
   Is a sign of life renewed,
So may we be signs of oneness
   Mid earth's peoples, many-hued.

As a rainbow lights the heavens
   When a storm is past and gone,
May our lives reflect the radiance
   Of God's new and glorious dawn.


Voluintary in A Minor
(by S. Wesley)

Samuel Wesley
(1766 - 1837)

And as you wind down and think about a second cup ...
Open your mouths and belt these two out
while Connie plays...
After all, it's just you and the Spirit and the mice!

The church mice that is... 

For the beauty of the earth,
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies.

God of all, to you we raise
this, our hymn of grateful praise.

For the beauty of each hour
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale and tree and flower,
Sun and moon and stars of light


Tell Me the Old, Old Story

Tell me the old, old story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love.
Tell me the story simply,
As to a little child;
For I am weak and weary,
And helpless and defiled.

Tell me the old, old story;
Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story
Of Jesus and His love.

Tell me the story slowly,
That I may take it in -
That wonderful redemption,
God's remedy for sin.
Tell me the story often,
For I forget so soon;
The early dew of morning
Has passed away at noon.


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