Oh, give thanks to the Lord, for He is good Oh, give thanks to the Lord, for He is good! For His mercy endures forever.

How Deep the Father’s Love For Us 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 pow’r, no wisdom; But I will boast in Jesus Christ, His death and resurrection.

Why should I gain from His reward 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 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.

But this I know with all my heart: His wounds have paid My ransom.

Before The Throne of God Before the throne of God above I have a strong, a perfect plea;

A great High Priest, Whose name is Love, Who ever lives and pleads for me.

My name is graven on His hands, My name is written on His heart;

I know that while in heaven He stands No tongue can bid me thence depart

When Satan tempts me to despair, And tells me of the guilt within,

Upward I look, and see Him there Who made an end of all my sin.

Because a sinless Savior died, My sinful soul is counted free,

For God, the Just, is satisfied To look on Him and pardon me

Behold Him there, the risen Lamb My perfect, spotless Righteousness,

The great unchangeable I am, The King of glory and of grace!

One with Himself, I cannot die My soul is purchased by His blood

My life is hid with Christ on High, With Christ, my Savior and my God

By grace alone somehow I stand Where even angels fear to tread. Boldly I Approach By grace alone somehow I stand Where even angels fear to tread.

Invited by redeeming love Before the throne of God above Invited by redeeming love Before the throne of God above. He pulls me close with nail-scarred hands into His everlasting arms.

When condemnation grips my heart and Satan tempts me to despair, I hear the voice that scatters fear;

The Great I Am, The Lord is here The Great I Am, The Lord is here. O praise the One who fights for me, and shields my soul eternally!

Boldly I approach Your throne, Blameless now I’m running home Boldly I approach Your throne, Blameless now I’m running home. By Your blood I come, welcomed as Your own into the arms of majesty.

Behold the bright and risen Son; more beauty than this world has known Behold the bright and risen Son; more beauty than this world has known. I’m face to face with Love Himself, His perfect spotless righteousness.

A thousand years, a thousand tongues are not enough to sing His praise.

Boldly I approach Your throne, Blameless now I’m running home Boldly I approach Your throne, Blameless now I’m running home. By Your blood I come, welcomed as Your own into the arms of majesty.

Boldly I approach Your throne, Blameless now I’m running home Boldly I approach Your throne, Blameless now I’m running home. By Your blood I come, welcomed as Your own into the arms of majesty.

This is the art of celebration, knowing we’re free from condemnation This is the art of celebration, knowing we’re free from condemnation. O praise the One, praise the One who made an end to all my sin.

This is the art of celebration, knowing we’re free from condemnation This is the art of celebration, knowing we’re free from condemnation. O praise the One, praise the One who made an end to all my sin.

Boldly I approach Your throne, Blameless now I’m running home Boldly I approach Your throne, Blameless now I’m running home. By Your blood I come, welcomed as Your own into the arms of majesty.

O praise the name of the Lord our God O praise His name forevermore He shall return in robes of white, The blazing Son shall pierce the night. And I will rise among the saints, My gaze transfixed on Jesus' face O praise the name of the Lord our God O praise His name forevermore For endless days we will sing Your praise Oh Lord, oh Lord our God O praise the name of the Lord our God O praise His name forevermore For endless days we will sing Your praise Oh Lord, oh Lord our God O praise the name of the Lord our God O praise His name forevermore For endless days, we will sing Your praise Oh Lord, oh Lord our God Then on the third at break of dawn, The Son of heaven rose again. O trampled death, where is your sting? The angels roar for Christ the King His body bound and drenched in tears They laid Him down in Joseph's tomb. The entrance sealed by heavy stone Messiah still and all alone O praise the name of the Lord our God O praise His name forevermore For endless days, we will sing Your praise Oh Lord, oh Lord our God I cast my mind to Calvary Where Jesus bled and died for me. I see His wounds, His hands, His feet. My Saviour on that cursed tree Grouped Slide Title ----------------------------------------------------------------

Glorious Day One day when Heaven was filled with His praises One day when sin was as black as could be

Jesus came forth to be born of a Virgin Dwelt among men, my example is He

Word became flesh and the light shined among us His glory revealed

Living He loved me, dying He saved me And buried He carried my sins far away

Rising He justified freely forever One day He's coming, oh, glorious day, oh, glorious day

One day they led Him up Calvary's mountain One day they nailed Him to die on a tree

Suffering anguish, despised and rejected Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He

Hands that healed nations, stretched out on a tree And took the nails for me

'Cause living He loved me, dying He saved me And buried He carried my sins far away

Rising He justified freely forever One day He's coming, oh, glorious day, oh, glorious day

One day the grave could conceal Him no longer One day the stone rolled away from the door

Then He arose, over death He had conquered Now He's ascended, my Lord evermore

Death could not hold Him The grave could not keep Him from rising again

Living He loved me, dying He saved me And buried He carried my sins far away

Rising He justified freely forever One day He's coming, oh, glorious day, oh, glorious day Glorious day

One day the trumpet will sound for His coming One day the skies with His glories will shine

Wonderful day, my beloved one bringing My Savior Jesus is mine

Living He loved me, dying He saved me And buried He carried my sins far away

Rising He justified freely forever One day He's coming, oh, glorious day, oh, glorious day

Glorious day, oh, glorious day

How Deep the Father’s Love For Us 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 pow’r, no wisdom; But I will boast in Jesus Christ, His death and resurrection.

Why should I gain from His reward 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 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.

But this I know with all my heart: His wounds have paid My ransom.

Oh, give thanks to the Lord, for He is good Oh, give thanks to the Lord, for He is good! For His mercy endures forever.

3. Afflicted fools – sickness Four sequences in each story: GIVE THANKS Psalm 107:1-32 Four pictures 1. Lost in the wilderness 2. Prisoner in darkness 3. Afflicted fools – sickness 4. Sailors on stormy sea Four sequences in each story: 1. Predicament 2. Petition 3. Pardon 4. Praise

1. Lost in the Wilderness vs.4-9 Predicament – v.4-5 In Israel's history – wandering in the desert 40 years Babylonian exile, 70 years In our history – sinner lost, restless, hopeless, starved, Looking for something that satisfies Hebrews 11:10 Petition – v.6a Cried out to the Lord Pardon – v.6b-7 He delivered them He lead them Praise – v.8-9 Give thanks for: His goodness, His wonderful works, He satisfies, He fills the hungry soul

2. Prisoner, Bound, Darkness, Shadow of Death vs10-16 Predicament v.10-12: Darkness, shadow of death, Bound Why- rebelled, despised God's counsel Petition v.13a Cried out to the Lord in their trouble Pardon v.13b-14 He saved them out of their distresses He brought them out of darkness He broke their chains that bound them Praise v.15-16 Give thanks for His goodness Wonderful works to the children of men He broke the gates of bronze He cut the bars of iron

3. Afflicted Fools - Sickness vs.17-21 Predicament – v.17,18 Sickness due to transgressions and iniquities Abhorred all manner of food Drew near to the gates of death Petition – v.19a Cried out to the Lord in their trouble Pardon – v.19b-20 He saved them out of their troubles and distresses He sent His word and healed them He delivered them from their destructions Praise – v.21,22 Give thanks for His goodness - wonderful works Sacrifice the sacrifices of thanksgiving Declare His works with rejoicing

4.Stormy Waters - Life vs.23-32 Predicament – v.23-27 Soul melts because of trouble Stagger like drunken men Are at their wits end Petition – v.28a Cried out to the Lord in their trouble Pardon – v.28b-30 He brings them out of their distresses He calms the storm, the waves are still He guides them to their desired haven Praise – v.31,32 Give thanks for His goodness and wonderful works Exalt Him in the assembly of the people Praise Him in the company of the elders

Conclusion: Which of these four pictures is your picture Conclusion: Which of these four pictures is your picture? Predicaments do happen, What are you doing about them? Petition – have you cried out to the Lord Pardon – has He delivered you and given you peace? Praise – Have you given Him thanks? What about Praise, Honor and Glory?