May the God of peace sanctify you: may he so strengthen your hearts in holiness that you may be blameless before him at the coming of our Lord Jesus with his saints. The peace of the risen Christ be always with you and with thy spirit. Let us offer one another a sign of peace. All exchange the with one another. OFFERTORY SENTENCE Let us with gladness present the offerings and oblations of our life and labour to the Lord. Thine, O Lord, is the greatness, the power, the glory, the splendour and the majesty. All things come from thee, and of thine own do we give thee. Amen. HYMN 471 We love the place, O God During which a collection is taken for the mission and maintenance of the Church. We love the place, O God, Wherein thine honour dwells; The joy of thine abode All earthly joy excels. We love the house of prayer. Wherein thy servants meet; And thou, O Lord, art there Thy chosen to greet. We love the sacred font, For there the holy dove To pour is ever wont His blessing from above We love thine altar, Lord; O, what on earth so dear! For there, in faith adored, We find thy presence near. We love the word of life, The word that tells of peace. Of comfort in the strife, And joys that never cease. We love to sing below
May the God of peace sanctify you: may he so strengthen your hearts in holiness that you may be blameless before him at the coming of our Lord Jesus with his saints. The peace of the risen Christ be always with you and with thy spirit. Let us offer one another a sign of peace. All exchange the with one another. OFFERTORY SENTENCE Let us with gladness present the offerings and oblations of our life and labour to the Lord. Thine, O Lord, is the greatness, the power, the glory, the splendour and the majesty. All things come from thee, and of thine own do we give thee. Amen. HYMN 471 We love the place, O God During which a collection is taken for the mission and maintenance of the Church. We love the place, O God, Wherein thine honour dwells; The joy of thine abode All earthly joy excels. We love the house of prayer. Wherein thy servants meet; And thou, O Lord, art there Thy chosen to greet. We love the sacred font, For there the holy dove To pour is ever wont His blessing from above We love thine altar, Lord; O, what on earth so dear! For there, in faith adored, We find thy presence near. We love the word of life, The word that tells of peace. Of comfort in the strife, And joys that never cease. We love to sing below