This Easter Sunday worship guide was created by Eagle Heights Presbyterian Church to assist families in worshiping together during this time of crisis. It contains suggested Scriptures for reading, link to a childrens; sermon, songs for singing and Easter music for listening.

Easter Sunday April 12, 2020
Sermon Title: “The Easter Conspiracy”
Scripture Lesson: Matthew 28:1-15

Additional Scripture Readings:
Matthew 27:62-66
Luke 16:31
Acts 12:19
John 14:23
Hebrews 13:5-6
Romans 8:34
1 Corinthians 15:19
Romans 5:5
John 11:25-26
John 14:19

Childrens' Sermon: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7-TJj8okdE

Playlist of Easter music by Eagle Heights musicians:


Suggested hymns for family singing:

Christ the Lord Is Risen Today Trinity #277

“Christ the Lord is risen today, Alleluiah!” sons of men and angels say; Alleluiah!
Raise your joys and triumphs high; Alleluiah! Sing ye heav’ns, and earth, reply. Alleluiah!

Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; Alleluiah! Christ has burst the gates of hell: Alleluiah!
Death in vain forbids His rise; Alleluiah! Christ has opened paradise. Alleluiah!

Lives again our glorious King; Alleluiah! Where, O death, is now thy sting? Alleluiah!
Once He died, our souls to save; Alleluiah! Where thy victory, O grave? Alleluiah!

Soar we now where Christ has led, Alleluiah! Foll’wing our exalted Head; Alleluiah!
Made like Him, like Him we rise; Alleluiah! Ours the cross, the grave, the skies, Alleluiah!

Hail, the Lord of earth and heav’n! Alleluiah! Praise to Thee by both be giv’n; Alleluiah!
Thee we greet triumphant now; Alleluiah! Hail, the Resurrection, Thou! Alleluiah!


Crown Him With Many Crowns Trinity #295

Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne.
Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own.
Awake my soul and sing of him who died for thee
and hail him as thy matchless King throughout eternity.

Crown him the Lord of love; behold His hands and side,
rich wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified.
No angel in the sky can fully bear that sight,
but downward bends his burning eye at mysteries so bright.

Crown him the Lord of peace, whose pow’r a scepter sways
from pole to pole, that wars may cease, absorbed in prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end; and round his pierc-ed feet
fair flow’rs of paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet.

Crown him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail! For thou hast died for me:
Thy praise shall never, never fail throughout eternity!