The Thirteenth Sunday After Pentecost Holy Baptism with Holy Communion Sunday, August 27, 2023 10:15 a.m.

<p><strong>ENTRANCE HYMN #525&nbsp;<em>The Church’s One Foundation&nbsp;</em>OPENING ACCLAMATION</strong></p><p><em>The people standing, the Celebrant says</em></p><p><em>Celebrant&nbsp;</em>Blessed be God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.</p><p><em>People&nbsp;</em>And blessed be his kingdom, now and for ever. Amen.</p><p><strong>SALUTATION FOR BAPTISM</strong></p><p><br></p><p><em>Celebrant People Celebrant People</em></p><p>There is one Body and one Spirit;&nbsp;There is one hope in God’s call to us;&nbsp;One Lord, one Faith, one Baptism; One God and Father of all.</p><p><strong>THE COLLECT OF THE DAY</strong></p><p><em>Celebrant People Celebrant</em></p><p>The Lord be with you. And also with you. Let us pray.</p><p>Grant, O merciful God, that your Church, being gathered together in unity by your Holy Spirit, may show forth your power among all peoples, to the glory of your Name; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever.&nbsp;<em>Amen.</em></p><p><strong>The Lessons</strong></p><p><strong>FIRST READING: Isaiah 51:1-6</strong></p><p><em>The people sit.</em></p><p>A Reading from the book of the prophet Isaiah.</p><p>Listen to me, you that pursue righteousness, you that seek the LORD. Look to the rock from which you were hewn, and to the quarry from which you were dug. Look to Abraham your father and to Sarah who bore you; for he was but one when I called him, but I blessed him and made him many. For the LORD&nbsp;will comfort Zion; he will comfort all her waste places, and will make her wilderness like Eden, her desert like the garden of the LORD; joy and gladness will be found in her, thanksgiving and the voice of song.</p><p>Listen to me, my people, and give heed to me, my nation; for a teaching will go out from me, and my justice for a light to the peoples. I will bring near my deliverance swiftly, my salvation has gone out and my arms will rule the peoples; the coastlands wait for me, and for my arm they hope. Lift up your eyes to the heavens,