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

PETITIONARY HYMNS
POEM IV. For the morning.
Augustus Toplady (1740–1778)

esus, by whose grace I live
From the fear of evil kept,
Thou has lengthen’d my reprieve,
Held in being while I slept,
With the day my heart renew;
let me wake thy will to do.

Since the last revolving dawn
scatter’d the nocturnal cloud,
O, how many souls have gone,
Unprepar’d, to meet their God!
Yet thou dost prolong my breath,
Nor hast seal’d my eyes in death.

O that I may keep thy word,
Taught by thee to watch and pray
To thy service, dearest Lord,
Sanctify th’ present day:
Swift its fleeting moments hast,
Doom’d, perhaps, to be my last.

Crucify’d to all below,
Earth shall never be my care
Wealth and honour I forego
This my only wish and care,
Thine in life and death to be,
Now and to eternity.

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

salme 114
Geneva Bible

1 When Israel went out of Egypt, and the house of Iaakob from the barbarous people,
2 Iudah was his sanctification, and Israel his dominion.
3 The Sea sawe it and fled: Iorden was turned backe.
4 The mountaines leaped like rams, and the hils as lambes.
5 What ailed thee, O Sea, that thou fleddest? O Iorden, why wast thou turned backe?
6 Ye mountaines, why leaped ye like rams, and ye hils as lambes?
7 The earth trembled at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the God of Iaakob,
8 Which turneth the rocke into waterpooles, and the flint into a fountaine of water.

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