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Lord’s Day 26, 2008


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

Petitionary Hymns
Poem VII.
In Sickness
imageAugustus Toplady (1740–1778)

Jesus, since I with thee am one,

Confirm my soul in thee,
And still continue to tread down

The man of sin in me.

Let not the subtle foe prevail
In this my feeble hour,
Frustrate all the hopes of hell
Redeem from Satan’s pow’r.

Arm me, O Lord, from head to foot,
With righteousness divine;
My soul in Jesus firmly root,
And seal the Saviour mine.

Proportion’d to my pains below,
O let my joys increase,
And mercy to my spirit flow
In healing streams of peace.

In life and death be thou my God,
And I am more than safe:
Chastis’d by thy paternal rod,
Support me with thy staff.

Lay on me, Saviour, what thou wilt,
But give me strength to bear:
Thy gracious hand this cross hath dealt,
Which cannot be severe.

As gold refin’d may I come out,
In sorrow’s furnace try’d;
Preserved from faithfulness and doubt,
And fully purify’d.

When, overwhelm’d with sore distress,
Out of the pit I cry,
On Jesus suffering in my place
Help me to fix mine eye.

When marr’d with tears, and blood, and sweat,
The glorious sufferer lay,
And in my stead sustain’d the heat
And burden of the day.

The pangs which my weak nature knows
Are swallow’d up in thine:
How numberless thy pondrous woes!
How few, how light are mine!

O might I learn of thee to bear
Temptation, pain and loss!
Give me a heart inur’d to prayer,
And fitted to the cross.

Make me, O Lord, thy patient son;
Thy language mine shall be:
“Father, thy gracious will be done,
I take the cup from thee.”

While thus my soul is fixt on him
Once fasten’d to the wood,
Safe shall I pass through Jordan’s stream,
And reach the realms of God.

And when my soul mounts up to keep
With thee the marriage feast,
I shall not die, but fall asleep
On my Redeemer’s breast.

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

Psalme 95 (Geneva Bible)
1 Come, let vs reioyce vnto the Lord: let vs sing aloude vnto the rocke of our saluation.
2 Let vs come before his face with praise: let vs sing loude vnto him with Psalmes.
3 For the Lord is a great God, and a great King aboue all gods.
4 In whose hande are the deepe places of the earth, and the heightes of the mountaines are his:
5 To whome the Sea belongeth: for hee made it, and his handes formed the dry land.
6 Come, let vs worship and fall downe, and kneele before the Lord our maker.
7 For he is our God, and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheepe of his hande: to day, if ye will heare his voyce,
8 Harden not your heart, as in Meribah, and as in the day of Massah in the wildernesse.
9 Where your fathers tempted me, proued me, though they had seene my worke.
10 Fourtie yeeres haue I contended with this generation, and said, They are a people that erre in heart, for they haue not knowen my wayes.
11 Wherefore I sware in my wrath, saying, Surely they shall not enter into my rest.

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



Posted 2008·06·29 by David Kjos
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