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All right, good evening everybody. Welcome back for Sunday night service, Shield of Faith Baptist Church. Great to see everybody back this evening. Let's go ahead and grab those hymn books please and turn to the song number 39, How Beautiful Heaven Must Be. We'll go ahead and sing it out. Number 39, How Beautiful Heaven Must Be. We read of a place called heaven on the first. We read of a place that's called heaven. It's made for the pure and the free. He's choosing God's word he hath given. How beautiful heaven must be. How beautiful heaven must be. Sweet home of the happy and free. Fair haven and rest for the weary. How beautiful heaven must be. In heaven no jeeping nor pining. Nor wishing nor elsewhere to be. God's light is forever there shining. How beautiful heaven must be. How beautiful heaven must be. Sweet home of the happy and free. Fair haven and rest for the weary. How beautiful heaven must be. Pure waters of life there are glowing. And all who will drink may be free. Where jewels of asplendor are glowing. How beautiful heaven must be. How beautiful heaven must be. Sweet home of the happy and free. Fair haven and rest for the weary. How beautiful heaven must be. The angels so sweetly are singing. Up there by the beautiful sea. Sweet gods and their gold arms are ringing. How beautiful heaven must be. How beautiful heaven must be. Sweet home of the happy and free. Fair haven and rest for the weary. How beautiful heaven must be. Amen. Brother David, will you help us with a word of prayer, please? Dear God, we just thank you for bringing us here and gathering us here together as a foundation to sing praises to you and you to what we preach Lord, we just ask that you please bless the service this evening, bless the singing and we pray all these things in Jesus' name, Amen. Amen. All right, let's turn to song number 75 and sing On Jordan's Stormy Banks. Song number 75 on Jordan's Stormy Banks. Sing it loud. On Jordan's stormy banks I stand and cast a wishful eye To Cayman's fair and happy land Where my bold sessions lie I am bound for the Promised Land I am bound for the Promised Land Oh, who will come and hold with me I am bound for the Promised Land For those white extended plains Shines one eternal day There God the Son forever Brings and scatters once high away I am bound for the Promised Land I am bound for the Promised Land Oh, who will come and hold with me I am bound for the Promised Land Oh, chilling with your poisonous breath Can reach that helpful shore Sicknesses are all pain and death Are felt and feared no more I am bound for the Promised Land I am bound for the Promised Land Oh, who will come and hold with me I am bound for the Promised Land When shall I reach that happy place And be forever blessed When shall I see my Father's grace And in His bosom rest I am bound for the Promised Land I am bound for the Promised Land Oh, who will come and hold with me I am bound for the Promised Land Alright, good evening. Welcome to Shield of Faith Baptist Church. If you need a bulletin just raise your hand and we'll drop one off for you or a pen. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Alright, let's turn to song number 421 and let's sing the first Noel and we'll just do, there's four verses, but we'll just do the first three the first three verses. Song number 421 the first Noel 421 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .