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2008·01·20 · 1 Comments
Lord’s Day 3, 2008

I reioyced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord. (Psalme 122:1 Geneva Bible)

PETITIONARY HYMNS
POEM III. When Service is ended.
Augustus Toplady (1740–1778)

Lord, let me not thy courts depart,
Nor quit thy mercy-seat,
Before I feel thee in my heart,
And there the Saviour meet.

Water the seed in weakness sown,
And ever more improve:
Make me a garden of thine own;
May ev’ry flow’r be love!

O send my soul in peace away;
For both my Lord hath bought:
And let my heart, exulting, say,
I’ve found the pearl I sought!

The Complete Works of Augustus Toplady (Sprinkle Publications, 1987).

Psalme 147
Geneva Bible

1 Praise ye the Lord, for it is good to sing vnto our God: for it is a pleasant thing, and praise is comely.
2 The Lord doth builde vp Ierusalem, and gather together the dispersed of Israel.
3 He healeth those that are broken in heart, and bindeth vp their sores.
4 He counteth the nomber of the starres, and calleth them all by their names.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his power: his wisdome is infinite.
6 The Lord relieueth the meeke, and abaseth the wicked to the ground.
7 Sing vnto the Lord with prayse: sing vpon the harpe vnto our God,
8 Which couereth the heauen with cloudes, and prepareth raine for the earth, and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaines:
9 Which giueth to beasts their foode, and to the yong rauens that crie.
10 He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, neither delighteth he in the legs of man.
11 But the Lord deliteth in them that feare him, and attende vpon his mercie.
12 Prayse the Lord, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Zion.
13 For he hath made the barres of thy gates strong, and hath blessed thy children within thee.
14 He setteth peace in thy borders, and satisfieth thee with the floure of wheate.
15 He sendeth foorth his commandement vpon earth, and his worde runneth very swiftly.
16 He giueth snowe like wooll, and scattereth the hoare frost like ashes.
17 He casteth foorth his yce like morsels: who can abide the colde thereof?
18 He sendeth his worde and melteth them: he causeth his winde to blowe, and the waters flowe.
19 He sheweth his word vnto Iaakob, his statutes and his iudgements vnto Israel.
20 He hath not dealt so with euery nation, neither haue they knowen his iudgements. Prayse ye the Lord.

Sermons


Albert Mohler
Alistair Begg
Bret Capranica
David Legge
David Strain
John MacArthur
John Piper
Mark Loughridge
Michael Beasley
Paul Lamey
Paul W. Martin
Phil Johnson
Phillip M. Way
R.C. Sproul
Steve Weaver
Thabiti Abyabwile

Grace be with you, and Peace from God our Father, and from the Lord Jesus Christ.

1 Comments:

1. 08·01·20··22:36
donsands

"Make me a garden of thine own;
May ev’ry flow’r be love!"

Amen. Love is the bottom line. Not a mushy love. of course.

King David as evil as that man was, Boy!, did he love the LORD.

Have a God blessed week.

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