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

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March 28, 2021

(This service was recorded earlier on March 24 in the sanctuary.)

-- Prelude --

Andante Religioso

by Mendelssohn

Felix Mendelssohn
1809- 1847

Hosanna, Loud Hosanna VU 123

Hosanna, loud hosanna the happy children sang;
Through pillared court and temple the joyful anthem rang;
To Jesus, who had blessed them close folded to his breast,
The children sang their praises, the simplest and the best.

From Olivet they followed 'mid an exultant crowd,
The victory palm-branch waving, and singing clear and loud;
The Lord of earth and heaven rode on in lowly state,
Content that little children should on his bidding wait.

"Hosanna in the highest!" That ancient song we sing,
For Christ is our Redeemer; earth, let your anthems ring.
O may we ever praise him with heart and life and voice,
And in his humble presence eternally rejoice!

Gathering Prayer

Union United Church Gospel Choir
Summerlea United Choir
Join to sing!

Ride On King Jesus

(Traditional Gospel)

Recorded in 2014 at Summerlea

(Some ruins in ancient Philipi)

Philipians 2:5-11

Written text: HERE.

He Came Riding on a Donkey VU124

He came riding on a donkey,
He came riding into town;
Slow and easy kind of lowly
He came riding with the dawn.
His disciples walked beside him,
Staying close, a little shy;
Not too sure where he would guide them,
On to live or on to die.

But all the morning sang his praises;
Waking birds and dancing wind;
Here he is, the Son of David;
Riding on to take his throne.

Then the children gathered,
Singing shouts of laughter, bursting cheer;
In the streets their song was ringing,
“Hosannas” filled the morning air.
Timid adults strained to see him,
Caught the Spirit, joined the song;
Spread their cloaks along before him,
Branches flashing in the sun.

So all the city sang his praises;
Waking streets and dancing crowd;
Here he is, the Son of David;
Our Messiah, Son of God.

In our fasting, and our feasting,
Called to follow in his way;
Called to walk his road to Easter,
Called to live his cross today.
Hosanna to the Son of David,
Hosanna in the heavens above;
Blessed is he who comes to save us,
Blessed is he who brings his love.

Let us join to sing his praises;
Open hearts and souls to God;
He is with us, Son of David;
God's Messiah, Christ the Lord.


(So simple that only a child can do it!!)

The Palms

by Jean-Baptiste Faure

Soloist: Mel Cockhill (Middle row right)
Sung in April 2017.

The Offering

We praise you' O God,
Our Redemmer, Creator;
In grateful devotion
Our tribute we bring
We Lay it before you;
We kneel and adore you;
We bless your holy name,
Glad praises we sing.

And Sung Dedication

Holy Communion

We Eat and...

All Glory, Laud and Honour
(VU 122)

All glory, laud and honour
To you, Redeemer, King,
To whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.

You are the King of Israel,
And David's royal son,
Now in the Lord's name coming,
Our King and blessed one.


The multitude of pilgrims
With palms before you went;
Our praise and prayer and anthems
Before you we present.


To you, before your passion,
They sang their hymns of praise;
To you, now high exalted,
Our melody we raise.


Their praises you accepted;
Accept the prayers we bring,
Great author of all goodness,
O good and gracious king.


Common Blessing

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Samuel Wesley
1766 - 1837

And to see us out...

O Master, Let Me Walk with Thee
(VU 560)

O Master, let me walk with thee
In lowly paths of service free;
Teach me thy secret, help me bear
The strain of toil, the fret of care.

Teach me thy patience; still with thee,
In closer, dearer company,
In work that keeps faith sure and strong,
In trust that triumphs over wrong.

Beneath The Cross of Jesus

Beneath the cross of Jesus
I fain would take my stand:
The shadow of a mighty rock
Within a weary land,
A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noontide heat
And the burden of the day.

Upon the cross of Jesus
My eyes at times can see
The very dying form of one
Who suffered there for me;
And from my smitten heart, with tears,
Two wonders I confess,
The wonder of his glorious love,
And my unworthiness.

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