Good Friday Liturgy

Welcome and Instructions


Old Testament Reading 
Isaiah 53:1–6
 

Congregational Singing 
Jesus Paid It All
I hear the Saviour say
Thy strength indeed is small
Child of weakness watch and pray
Find in Me thine all in all

Jesus paid it all
All to Him I owe
Sin had left a crimson stain
He washed it white as snow

Lord now indeed I find
Thy power and Thine alone
Can change the leper's spots
And melt the heart of stone

For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim
I'll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calvary's Lamb

And when before the throne
I stand in Him complete
Jesus died my soul to save
My lips shall still repeat

 
New Testament Reading
Mark 14:32–42


Congregational Singing
Man of Sorrows, What a Name

Man of sorrows what a name
For the Son of God who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim
Hallelujah what a Savior

Bearing shame and scoffing rude
In my place condemned He stood
Sealed my pardon with His blood
Hallelujah what a Savior

Guilty vile and helpless we
Spotless Lamb of God was He
Full atonement can it be
Hallelujah what a Savior

Lifted up was He to die
It is finished was His cry
Now in heaven exalted high
Hallelujah what a Savior

When He comes our glorious King
All His ransomed home to bring
Then anew this song we'll sing
Hallelujah what a Savior


Responsive Reading
Matthew 27:11–23
Now Jesus stood before the governor, and the governor asked him, “Are you the King of the Jews?”  
 
Jesus said, “You have said so.”  
 
But when he was accused by the chief priests and elders, he gave no answer. Then Pilate said to him, “Do you not hear how many things they testify against you?”  
 
But he gave him no answer, not even to a single charge, so that the governor was greatly amazed.
 
Now at the feast the governor was accustomed to release for the crowd any one prisoner whom they wanted.  
 
And they had then a notorious prisoner called Barabbas.  
 
So when they had gathered, Pilate said to them, “Whom do you want me to release for you: Barabbas, or Jesus who is called Christ?”  
 
For he knew that it was out of envy that they had delivered him up.  
 
Besides, while he was sitting on the judgment seat, his wife sent word to him, “Have nothing to do with that righteous man, for I have suffered much because of him today in a dream.”  
 
Now the chief priests and the elders persuaded the crowd to ask for Barabbas and destroy Jesus.  
 
The governor again said to them, “Which of the two do you want me to release for you?”  
 
And they said, “Barabbas.”  
 
Pilate said to them, “Then what shall I do with Jesus who is called Christ?”  
 
They all said, “Let him be crucified!”  
 
And he said, “Why? What evil has he done?”  
 
But they shouted all the more, “Let him be crucified!”
 
So when Pilate saw that he was gaining nothing, but rather that a riot was beginning, he took water and washed his hands before the crowd, saying, “I am innocent of this man’s blood; see to it yourselves.”  
 
And all the people answered, “His blood be on us and on our children!”  
 
Then he released for them Barabbas, and having scourged Jesus, delivered him to be crucified.  
 
 
Congregational Singing
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

O sacred Head now wounded
With grief and shame weighed down
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns Thine only crown
How pale Thou art with anguish
With sore abuse and scorn
How does that visage lanquish
Which once was bright as morn


What Thou my Lord has suffered
Was all for sinners' gain
Mine mine was the transgression
But Thine the deadly pain
Lo here I fall my Savior
'Tis I deserve Thy place
Look on me with Thy favor
Assist me with Thy grace


What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee dearest Friend
For this Thy dying sorrow
Thy pity without end
O make me Thine forever
And should I fainting be
Lord let me never never
Outlive my love to Thee

 
Scripture Reading
Luke 23:32–56
 

Congregational Singing
When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
 
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

Forbid it Lord that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ my God
All the vain things that charm me most
I sacrifice them to His blood

See from His head His hands His feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did ever such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown

Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were a present (an offering) far too small
Love so amazing so divine
Demands my soul my life my all


Lord’s Supper and Dismissal


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