God, we gather to remember
All your blessings in this place.
For the heritage we honor
Is a heritage of grace.
When our church was given land here,
When we laid the cornerstone,
When a Sunday School was planned here,
It was by your grace alone.

By your grace, you gave a vision
To those settlers long ago.
As they served you here in mission,
Soon your church began to grow.
They promoted education,
Bought an organ, built new pews,
Year by year this congregation
Kept on sharing your good news.

By your grace, we're still surrounded
By those witnesses of old,
For our faith and work are grounded
In the good news that they told.
Now they point us toward tomorrow:
""We in faith served God's own Son;
Now it is your turn to follow,
Now it is your race to run!""

By your grace, through prayer and singing,
Worship fills our church's days.
Art and dance and hand bells ringing —
All are forms of joyful praise.
Love of God and love of neighbor
Send us out in Jesus' name.
Worship leads us out to labor,
Serving you whom we proclaim.