Category: Songs of Christ

Psalm 140

1    Lord, from the ill and froward man

          give me deliverance,

     And do thou safe preserve me from

          the man of violence:

2    Who in their heart mischievous things

          are meditating ever;

     And they for war assembled are

          continually together.

3    Much like unto a serpent’s tongue

          their tongues they sharp do make;

     And underneath their lips there lies

          the poison of a snake.

4    Lord, keep me from the wicked’s hands,

          from vi’lent men me save;

     Who utterly to overthrow

          my goings purpos’d have.

5    The proud for me a snare have hid,

          and cords; yea, they a net

     Have by the way-side for me spread;

          they gins for me have set.

6    I said unto the Lord, Thou art

          my God: unto the cry

     Of all my supplications,

          Lord, do thine ear apply.

7    O God the Lord, who art the strength

          of my salvation:

     A cov’ring in the day of war

          my head thou hast put on.

8    Unto the wicked man, O Lord,

          his wishes do not grant;

     Nor further thou his ill device,

          lest they themselves should vaunt.

9    As for the head and chief of those

          about that compass me,

     Ev’n by the mischief of their lips

          let thou them cover’d be.

10   Let burning coals upon them fall,

          them throw in fiery flame,

     And in deep pits, that they no more

          may rise out of the same.

11   Let not an evil speaker be

          on earth established:

     Mischief shall hunt the vi’lent man,

          till he be ruined.

12   I know God will th’ afflicted’s cause

          maintain, and poor men’s right.

13   Surely the just shall praise thy name;

          th’ upright dwell in thy sight.

Psalm 141

1    O Lord, I unto thee do cry,

          do thou make haste to me,

     And give an ear unto my voice,

          when I cry unto thee.

2    As incense let my prayer be

          directed in thine eyes;

     And the uplifting of my hands

          as th’ ev ‘ning sacrifice.

3    Set, Lord, a watch before my mouth,

          keep of my lips the door.

4    My heart incline thou not unto

          the ills I should abhor,

     To practise wicked works with men

          that work iniquity;

     And with their delicates my taste

          let me not satisfy.

5    Let him that righteous is me smite,

          it shall a kindness be;

     Let him reprove, I shall it count

          a precious oil to me:

     Such smiting shall not break my head;

          for yet the time shall fall,

     When I in their calamities

          to God pray for them shall.

6    When as their judges down shall be

          in stony places cast,

     Then shall they hear my words; for they

          shall sweet be to their taste.

7    About the grave’s devouring mouth

          our bones are scatter’d round,

     As wood which men do cut and cleave

          lies scatter’d on the ground.

8    But unto thee, O God the Lord,

          mine eyes uplifted be:

     My soul do not leave destitute;

          my trust is set on thee.

9    Lord, keep me safely from the snares

          which they for me prepare;

     And from the subtile gins of them

          that wicked workers are.

10   Let workers of iniquity

          into their own nets fall,

     Whilst I do, by thine help, escape

          the danger of them all.

Psalm 142

1    I with my voice cry’d to the Lord,

          with it made my request:

2    Pour’d out to him my plaint, to him

          my trouble I exprest.

3    When in me was o’erwhelm’d my sp’rit,

          then well thou knew’st my way;

     Where I did walk a snare for me

          they privily did lay.

4    I look’d on my right hand, and view’d,

          but none to know me were;

     All refuge failed me, no man

          did for my soul take care.

5    I cry’d to thee; I said, Thou art

          my refuge, Lord, alone;

     And in the land of those that live

          thou art my portion.

6    Because I am brought very low,

          attend unto my cry:

     Me from my persecutors save,

          who stronger are than I.

7    From prison bring my soul, that I

          thy name may glorify:

     The just shall compass me, when thou

          with me deal’st bounteously.

Psalm 143

Second Version (6.6.6.6.D.)

1    Oh, hear my prayer, Lord,
          And unto my desire
     To bow thine ear accord,
          I humbly thee require;

     And, in thy faithfulness,
          Unto me answer make,
     And, in thy righteousness,
          Upon me pity take.

2    In judgment enter not
          With me thy servant poor;
     For why, this well I wot,
          No sinner can endure

     The sight of thee, O God:
          If thou his deeds shalt try,
     He dare make none abode
          Himself to justify.

3    Behold, the cruel foe
          Me persecutes with spite,
     My soul to overthrow:
          Yea, he my life down quite

     Unto the ground hath smote,
          And made me dwell full low
     In darkness, as forgot,
          Or men dead long ago.

4    Therefore my sp’rit much vex’d,
          O’erwhelm’d is me within;
     My heart right sore perplex’d
          And desolate hath been.

5    Yet I do call to mind
          What ancient days record,
     Thy works of ev’ry kind
          I think upon, O Lord.

6    Lo, I do stretch my hands
          To thee, my help alone;
     For thou well understands
          All my complaint and moan:

     My thirsting soul desires,
          And longeth after thee,
     As thirsty ground requires
          With rain refresh’d to be.

7    Lord, let my pray’r prevail,
          To answer it make speed;
     For, lo, my sp’rit doth fail:
          Hide not thy face in need;

     Lest I be like to those
          That do in darkness sit,
     Or him that downward goes
          Into the dreadful pit.

8    Because I trust in thee,
          O Lord, cause me to hear
     Thy loving-kindness free,
          When morning doth appear:

     Cause me to know the way
          Wherein my path should be;
     For why, my soul on high
          I do lift up to thee.

9    From my fierce enemy
          In safety do me guide,
     Because I flee to thee,
          Lord, that thou may’st me hide.

10   My God alone art thou,
          Teach me thy righteousness:
     Thy Sp’rit’s good, lead me to
          The land of uprightness.

11   O Lord, for thy name’s sake,
          Be pleas’d to quicken me;
     And, for thy truth, forth take
          My soul from misery.

12   And of thy grace destroy
          My foes, and put to shame
     All who my soul annoy;
For I thy servant am

Psalm 144

1    O blessed ever be the Lord,

          who is my strength and might,

     Who doth instruct my hands to war,

          my fingers teach to fight.

2    My goodness, fortress, my high tow’r,

          deliverer, and shield,

     In whom I trust: who under me

          my people makes to yield.

3    Lord, what is man, that thou of him

          dost so much knowledge take?

     Or son of man, that thou of him

          so great account dost make?

4    Man is like vanity; his days,

          as shadows, pass away.

5    Lord, bow thy heav’ns, come down,

          touch thou the hills, and smoke shall they.

6    Cast forth thy lightning, scatter them;

          thine arrows shoot, them rout.

7    Thine hand send from above, me save;

          from great depths draw me out;

     And from the hand of children strange,

8         Whose mouth speaks vanity;

     And their right hand is a right hand

          that works deceitfully.

9    A new song I to thee will sing,

          Lord, on a psaltery;

     I on a ten-string’d instrument

          will praises sing to thee.

10   Ev’n he it is that unto kings

          salvation doth send;

     Who his own servant David doth

          from hurtful sword defend.

11   O free me from strange children’s hand,

          whose mouth speaks vanity;

     And their right hand a right hand is

          that works deceitfully.

12   That, as the plants, our sons may be

          in youth grown up that are;

     Our daughters like to corner-stones,

          carv’d like a palace fair.

13   That to afford all kind of store

          our garners may be fill’d;

     That our sheep thousands, in our streets

          ten thousands they may yield.

14    That strong our oxen be for work,

          that no in-breaking be,

     Nor going out; and that our streets

          may from complaints be free.

15   Those people blessed are who be

          in such a case as this;

     Yea, blessed all those people are,

          whose God Jehovah is.

Psalm 102

Second Version (L.M.)

1    Lord, hear my pray’r, and let my cry

          Have speedy access unto thee;

2    In day of my calamity

          O hide not thou thy face from me.

     Hear when I call to thee; that day

          An answer speedily return:

3    My days, like smoke, consume away,

          And, as an hearth, my bones do burn.

4    My heart is wounded very sore,

          And withered, like grass doth fade:

     I am forgetful grown therefore

          To take and eat my daily bread.

5    By reason of my smart within,

          And voice of my most grievous groans,

     My flesh consumed is, my skin,

          All parch’d, doth cleave unto my bones.

6    The pelican of wilderness,

          The owl in desert, I do match;

7    And, sparrow-like, companionless,

          Upon the house’s top, I watch.

8    I all day long am made a scorn,

          Reproach’d by my malicious foes:

     The madmen are against me sworn,

          The men against me that arose.

9    For I have ashes eaten up,

          To me as if they had been bread;

     And with my drink I in my cup

          Of bitter tears a mixture made.

10    Because thy wrath was not appeas’d,

          And dreadful indignation:

     Therefore it was that thou me rais’d,

          And thou again didst cast me down.



11   My days are like a shade alway,
          Which doth declining swiftly pass;
     And I am withered away,
          Much like unto the fading grass.

12   But thou, O Lord, shalt still endure,
          From change and all mutation free,
     And to all generations sure
          Shall thy remembrance ever be.

13   Thou shalt arise, and mercy yet
          Thou to mount Sion shalt extend:
     Her time for favour which was set,
          Behold, is now come to an end.

14   Thy saints take pleasure in her stones,
          Her very dust to them is dear.
15   All heathen lands and kingly thrones
          On earth thy glorious name shall fear.

16   God in his glory shall appear,
          When Sion he builds and repairs.
17   He shall regard and lend his ear
          Unto the needy’s humble pray’rs:

     Th’ afflicted’s pray’r he will not scorn.
18        All times this shall be on record:
     And generations yet unborn
          Shall praise and magnify the Lord.

19   He from his holy place look’d down,
          The earth he view’d from heav’n on high;
20   To hear the pris’ner’s mourning groan,
          And free them that are doom’d to die;

21   That Sion, and Jerus’lem too,
          His name and praise may well record,
22   When people and the kingdoms do         
Assemble all to praise the Lord.

23   My strength he weaken’d in the way,

          My days of life he shortened.

24   My God, O take me not away

          In mid-time of my days, I said:

     Thy years throughout all ages last.

25        Of old thou hast established

     The earth’s foundation firm and fast:

          Thy mighty hands the heav’ns have made.

26   They perish shall, as garments do,

          But thou shalt evermore endure;

     As vestures, thou shalt change them so;

          And they shall all be changed sure:

27   But from all changes thou art free;

          Thy endless years do last for aye.

28   Thy servants, and their seed who be,

          Establish’d shall before thee stay.

First Version (C.M.)

1    O Lord, unto my pray’r give ear,

          my cry let come to thee;

2    And in the day of my distress

          hide not thy face from me.

     Give ear to me; what time I call,

          to answer me make haste:

3    For, as an hearth, my bones are burnt,

          my days, like smoke, do waste.

4    My heart within me smitten is,

          and it is withered

     Like very grass; so that I do

          forget to eat my bread.

5    By reason of my groaning voice

          my bones cleave to my skin.

6    Like pelican in wilderness

          forsaken I have been:

     I like an owl in desert am,

          that nightly there doth moan;

7    I watch, and like a sparrow am

          on the house-top alone.

8    My bitter en’mies all the day

          reproaches cast on me;

     And, being mad at me, with rage

          against me sworn they be.

9    For why? I ashes eaten have

          like bread, in sorrows deep;

     My drink I also mingled have

          with tears that I did weep.

10   Thy wrath and indignation

          did cause this grief and pain;

     For thou hast lift me up on high,

          and cast me down again.

11   My days are like unto a shade,
          which doth declining pass;
     And I am dry’d and withered,
          ev’n like unto the grass.

12   But thou, Lord, everlasting art,
          and thy remembrance shall
     Continually endure, and be
          to generations all.

13   Thou shalt arise, and mercy have
          upon thy Sion yet;
     The time to favour her is come,
          the time that thou hast set.

14   For in her rubbish and her stones
          thy servants pleasure take;
     Yea, they the very dust thereof
          do favour for her sake.

15   So shall the heathen people fear
          the Lord’s most holy name;
     And all the kings on earth shall dread
          thy glory and thy fame.

16   When Sion by the mighty Lord
          built up again shall be,
     In glory then and majesty
          to men appear shall he.

17   The prayer of the destitute
          he surely will regard;
     Their prayer will he not despise,
          by him it shall be heard.

18   For generations yet to come
          this shall be on record:
     So shall the people that shall be
          created praise the Lord.

19   He from his sanctuary’s height
          hath downward cast his eye;
     And from his glorious throne in heav’n
          the Lord the earth did spy;

20   That of the mournful prisoner
          the groanings he might hear,
     To set them free that unto death
          by men appointed are:

21   That they in Sion may declare
          the Lord’s most holy name,
     And publish in Jerusalem
          the praises of the same;

22   When as the people gather shall
          in troops with one accord,
     When kingdoms shall assembled be
          to serve the highest Lord.

23   My wonted strength and force he hath

          abated in the way,

     And he my days hath shortened:

24         Thus therefore did I say,

     My God, in mid-time of my days

          take thou me not away:

     From age to age eternally

          thy years endure and stay.

25   The firm foundation of the earth

          of old time thou hast laid;

     The heavens also are the work

          which thine own hands have made.

26   Thou shalt for evermore endure,

          but they shall perish all;

     Yea, ev’ry one of them wax old,

          like to a garment, shall:

     Thou, as a vesture, shalt them change,

          and they shall changed be:

27   But thou the same art, and thy years

          are to eternity.

28   The children of thy servants shall

          continually endure;

     And in thy sight, O Lord, their seed

          shall be establish’d sure.

Psalm 145

Second Version (L.M.)
TUNE: Before the Throne of God Above

1    O Lord, thou art my God and King;
          Thee will I magnify and praise:
     I will thee bless, and gladly sing
          Unto thy holy name always.

2    Each day I rise I will thee bless,
 And praise thy name time without end.
3    Much to be prais’d, and great God is;
          His greatness none can comprehend.

4    Race shall thy works praise unto race,
          The mighty acts show done by thee.
5    I will speak of the glorious grace,
          And honour of thy majesty;

     Thy wondrous works I will record.
6         By men the might shall be extoll’d
     Of all thy dreadful acts, O Lord:
          And I thy greatness will unfold.

7    They utter shall abundantly
          The mem’ry of thy goodness great;
     And shall sing praises cheerfully,
          Whilst they thy righteousness relate.

8    The Lord our God is gracious,
          Compassionate is he also;
     In mercy he is plenteous,
          But unto wrath and anger slow.

9    Good unto all men is the Lord:
          O’er all his works his mercy is.
10   Thy works all praise to thee afford:
          Thy saints, O Lord, thy name shall bless.

11   The glory of thy kingdom show
          Shall they, and of thy power tell:
12   That so men’s sons his deeds may know,
          His kingdom’s grace that doth excel.

13   Thy kingdom hath none end at all,
          It doth through ages all remain.
14   The Lord upholdeth all that fall,
          The cast-down raiseth up again.

15   The eyes of all things, Lord, attend,
          And on thee wait that here do live,
     And thou, in season due, dost send
          Sufficient food them to relieve.

16   Yea, thou thine hand dost open wide,
          And ev’ry thing dost satisfy
That lives, and doth on earth abide,
          Of thy great liberality.

17   The Lord is just in his ways all,
          And holy in his works each one.
18   He’s near to all that on him call,
          Who call in truth on him alone.

19   God will the just desire fulfil
          Of such as do him fear and dread:
     Their cry regard, and hear he will,
          And save them in the time of need.

20   The Lord preserves all, more and less,
          That bear to him a loving heart:
     But workers all of wickedness
          Destroy will he, and clean subvert.

21   Therefore my mouth and lips I’ll frame
          To speak the praises of the Lord:
     To magnify his holy name
          For ever let all flesh accord.

First Version (C.M.)

1    I’ll thee extol, my God, O King;

          I’ll bless thy name always.

2    Thee will I bless each day, and will

          thy name for ever praise.

3    Great is the Lord, much to be prais’d;

          his greatness search exceeds.

4    Race unto race shall praise thy works,

          and shew thy mighty deeds.

5    I of thy glorious majesty

          the honour will record;

     I’ll speak of all thy mighty works,

          which wondrous are, O Lord.

6    Men of thine acts the might shall show,

          thine acts that dreadful are;

     And I, thy glory to advance,

          thy greatness will declare.

7    The mem’ry of thy goodness great

          they largely shall express;

     With songs of praise they shall extol

          thy perfect righteousness.

8    The Lord is very gracious,

          in him compassions flow;

     In mercy he is very great,

          and is to anger slow.

9    The Lord Jehovah unto all

          his goodness doth declare;

     And over all his other works

          his tender mercies are.

10   Thee all thy works shall praise, O Lord,

          and thee thy saints shall bless;

11   They shall thy kingdom’s glory show,

          thy pow’r by speech express:

12   To make the sons of men to know

          his acts done mightily,

And of his kingdom th’ excellent

          and glorious majesty.

13   Thy kingdom shall for ever stand,

          thy reign through ages all.

14   God raiseth all that are bow’d down,

          upholdeth all that fall.

15   The eyes of all things wait on thee,

          the giver of all good;

     And thou, in time convenient,

          bestow’st on them their food:

16   Thine hand thou open’st lib’rally,

          and of thy bounty gives

     Enough to satisfy the need

          of ev’ry thing that lives.

17   The Lord is just in all his ways,

          holy in his works all.

18   God’s near to all that call on him,

          in truth that on him call.

19   He will accomplish the desire

          of those that do him fear:

     He also will deliver them,

          and he their cry will hear.

20   The Lord preserves all who him love,

          that nought can them annoy:

     But he all those that wicked are

          will utterly destroy.

21   My mouth the praises of the Lord

          to publish cease shall never:

     Let all flesh bless his holy name

          for ever and for ever.

Psalm 103

1    O thou my soul, bless God the Lord;

          and all that in me is

     Be stirred up his holy name

          to magnify and bless.

2    Bless, O my soul, the Lord thy God,

          and not forgetful be

     Of all his gracious benefits

          he hath bestow’d on thee.

3    All thine iniquities who doth

          most graciously forgive:

     Who thy diseases all and pains

          doth heal, and thee relieve.

4    Who doth redeem thy life, that thou

          to death may’st not go down;

     Who thee with loving-kindness doth

          and tender mercies crown:

5    Who with abundance of good things

          doth satisfy thy mouth;

     So that, ev’n as the eagle’s age,

          renewed is thy youth.




6    God righteous judgment executes

          for all oppressed ones.

7    His ways to Moses, he his acts

          made known to Isr’el’s sons.

8    The Lord our God is merciful,

          and he is gracious,

     Long-suffering, and slow to wrath,

          in mercy plenteous.

9    He will not chide continually,

          nor keep his anger still.

10   With us he dealt not as we sinn’d,

          nor did requite our ill.

11   For as the heaven in its height

          the earth surmounteth far;

     So great to those that do him fear

          his tender mercies are:

12   As far as east is distant from

          the west, so far hath he

     From us removed, in his love,

          all our iniquity.

13   Such pity as a father hath

          unto his children dear;

     Like pity shews the Lord to such

          as worship him in fear.

14   For he remembers we are dust,

          and he our frame well knows.

15   Frail man, his days are like the grass,

          as flow’r in field he grows:

16   For over it the wind doth pass,

          and it away is gone;

     And of the place where once it was

          it shall no more be known.

17   But unto them that do him fear

          God’s mercy never ends;

     And to their children’s children still

          his righteousness extends:

18   To such as keep his covenant,

          and mindful are alway

     Of his most just commandements,

          that they may them obey.

19   The Lord prepared hath his throne

          in heavens firm to stand;

     And ev’ry thing that being hath

          his kingdom doth command.

20   O ye his angels, that excel

          in strength, bless ye the Lord;

     Ye who obey what he commands,

          and hearken to his word.

21   O bless and magnify the Lord,

          ye glorious hosts of his;

     Ye ministers, that do fulfil

          whate’er his pleasure is.

22   O bless the Lord, all ye his works,

          wherewith the world is stor’d

     In his dominions ev’ry where.

          My soul, bless thou the Lord.

Psalm 146

1    Praise God. The Lord praise, O my soul.

2         I’ll praise God while I live;

     While I have being to my God

          in songs I’ll praises give.

3    Trust not in princes, nor man’s son,

          in whom there is no stay:

4    His breath departs, to’s earth he turns;

          that day his thoughts decay.

5    O happy is that man and blest,

          whom Jacob’s God doth aid;

     Whose hope upon the Lord doth rest,

          and on his God is stay’d:

6    Who made the earth and heavens high,

          who made the swelling deep,

     And all that is within the same;

          who truth doth ever keep:

7    Who righteous judgment executes

          for those oppress’d that be,

     Who to the hungry giveth food;

          God sets the pris’ners free.

8    The Lord doth give the blind their sight,

          the bowed down doth raise:

     The Lord doth dearly love all those

          that walk in upright ways.

9    The stranger’s shield, the widow’s stay,

          the orphan’s help, is he:

     But yet by him the wicked’s way

          turn’d upside down shall be.

10   The Lord shall reign for evermore:

          thy God, O Sion, he

     Reigns to all generations.

          Praise to the Lord give ye.

Psalm 104

1    Bless God, my soul. O Lord my God,

          thou art exceeding great;

     With honour and with majesty

          thou clothed art in state.

2    With light, as with a robe, thyself

          thou coverest about;

     And, like unto a curtain, thou

          the heavens stretchest out.

3    Who of his chambers doth the beams

          within the waters lay;

     Who doth the clouds his chariot make,

          on wings of wind make way.

4    Who flaming fire his ministers,

          his angels sp’rits, doth make:

5    Who earth’s foundations did lay,

          that it should never shake.

6    Thou didst it cover with the deep,

          as with a garment spread:

     The waters stood above the hills,

          when thou the word but said.

7    But at the voice of thy rebuke

          they fled, and would not stay;

     They at thy thunder’s dreadful voice

          did haste them fast away.

8    They by the mountains do ascend,

          and by the valley-ground

     Descend, unto that very place

          which thou for them didst found.

9    Thou hast a bound unto them set,

          that they may not pass over,

     That they do not return again

          the face of earth to cover.

10   He to the valleys sends the springs,

          which run among the hills:

11   They to all beasts of field give drink,

          wild asses drink their fills.

12   By them the fowls of heav’n shall have

          their habitation,

     Which do among the branches sing

          with delectation.

13   He from his chambers watereth

          the hills, when they are dry’d:

     With fruit and increase of thy works

          the earth is satisfy’d.

14   For cattle he makes grass to grow,

          he makes the herb to spring

     For th’ use of man, that food to him

          he from the earth may bring;

15   And wine, that to the heart of man

          doth cheerfulness impart,

     Oil that his face makes shine, and bread

          that strengtheneth his heart.

16   The trees of God are full of sap;

          the cedars that do stand

     In Lebanon, which planted were

          by his almighty hand.

17   Birds of the air upon their boughs

          do chuse their nests to make;

     As for the stork, the fir-tree she

          doth for her dwelling take.

18   The lofty mountains for wild goats

          a place of refuge be;

     The conies also to the rocks

          do for their safety flee.

19   He sets the moon in heav’n, thereby

          the seasons to discern:

     From him the sun his certain time

          of going down doth learn.

20   Thou darkness mak’st, ’tis night, then beasts

          of forests creep abroad.

21   The lions young roar for their prey,

          and seek their meat from God.

22   The sun doth rise, and home they flock,

          down in their dens they lie.

23   Man goes to work, his labour he

          doth to the ev’ning ply.

24   How manifold, Lord, are thy works!

          in wisdom wonderful

     Thou ev’ry one of them hast made;

          earth’s of thy riches full:

25   So is this great and spacious sea,

          wherein things creeping are,

     Which number’d cannot be; and beasts

          both great and small are there.

26   There ships go; there thou mak’st to play

          that leviathan great.

27   These all wait on thee, that thou may’st

          in due time give them meat.


28   That which thou givest unto them

          they gather for their food;

     Thine hand thou open’st lib’rally,

          they filled are with good.

29   Thou hid’st thy face; they troubled are,

          their breath thou tak’st away;

     Then do they die, and to their dust

          return again do they.

30   Thy quick’ning spirit thou send’st forth,

          then they created be;

     And then the earth’s decayed face

          renewed is by thee.

31   The glory of the mighty Lord

          continue shall for ever:

     The Lord Jehovah shall rejoice

          in all his works together.

32   Earth, as affrighted, trembleth all,

          if he on it but look;

     And if the mountains he but touch,

          they presently do smoke.

33   I will sing to the Lord most high,

          so long as I shall live;

     And while I being have I shall

          to my God praises give.

34   Of him my meditation shall

          sweet thoughts to me afford;

     And as for me, I will rejoice

          in God, my only Lord.

35   From earth let sinners be consum’d,

          let ill men no more be.

     O thou my soul, bless thou the Lord.

          Praise to the Lord give ye.

Ekklesia Muskogee is a reformed baptist church that gathers for worship in Muskogee, Oklahoma. We confess the 1689 second London baptist confession of faith. We affirm the five solas of the Reformation as well as the doctrines of grace (otherwise known as the five points of Calvinism), and each of our pastors would not be ashamed to be called a Calvinist. We are a church led by elders, of which there is a plurality (also called pastors and overseers in the Scriptures). Our mission is to make disciples, love cities, and plant churches.