Dear Church Family,
Easter Weekend Services
Here’s just a brief reminder of the services at Providence Presbyterian Church this Easter weekend. In addition to our regularly scheduled Sunday school and worship service on Sunday, I hope you will join us on Good Friday as we remember and glory in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ:
Friday, March 25th 7:00 pm – Good Friday Communion Service
Sunday, March 27th 9:30 am – Sunday school for all ages
10:45 am – Worship Service
A Hymn and a Poem
By Grace I Am an Heir of Heaven
This past Sunday, we sang one of my favorite hymns, “By Grace I Am an Heir of Heaven.” Here are the words of this wonderful hymn:
By grace I am an heir of heaven:
Why doubt this, O my trembling heart?
If what the Scriptures promise clearly
Is true and firm in ev’ry part,
This also must be truth divine:
By grace a crown of life is mine.
By grace alone shall I inherit
That blissful home beyond the skies.
Works count for naught, the Lord incarnate
Hath won for me the heav’nly prize.
Salvation by his death he wrought,
His grace alone my pardon bought.
By grace! These precious words remember
When sorely by thy sins oppressed,
When Satan comes to vex thy spirit,
When troubled conscience sighs for rest;
What reason cannot comprehend,
God doth to thee by grace extend.
By grace! Be this in death my comfort;
Despite my fears, ‘tis well with me.
I know my sin in all its greatness,
But also him who sets me free.
My heart to naught but joy gives place
Since I am saved by grace, by grace.
A Dialogue-Anthem. Christian, Death.
As we remember and celebrate Jesus’ death and resurrection this Easter, I thought that I would share with you one of my favorite poems, as well. I’ve previously written about the life and works of George Herbert (1593-1633). In one of his poems, Herbert postulates a conversation between the Christian and Death. It’s a dialogue that reflects upon Christ’s victory over the grave. I share it with you today as a reflection upon the hope that is ours in Christ.
(by George Herbert)
Christian. Alas, poor Death! where is thy glory?
Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting?
Death. Alas, poor mortal, void of story!
Go spell and read how I have killed thy King.
Christian. Poor Death! and who was hurt thereby?
Thy curse being laid on Him makes thee accurst.
Death. Let losers talk, yet thou shalt die;
These arms shall crush thee.
Christian. Spare not, do thy worst.
I shall be one day better than before;
Thou so much worse, that thou shalt be no more.
The Lord be with you!
- Pastor Peter M. Dietsch