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Lord’s Day 37, 2008

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

Plenty in a time of dearth. Gen. xli. 56.
imageJohn Newton (1725–1806)

My soul once had its plenteous years,
And throve, with peace and comfort fill’d,
Like the fat kine and ripen’d ears,
Which Pharaoh in his dream beheld.

With pleasing frames and grace receiv’d,
With means and ordinances fed;
How happy for a while I liv’d,
And little fear’d the want of bread.

But famine came and left no sign,
Of all the plenty I had seen;
Like the dry ears and half-starv’d kine,
I then looked wither’d, faint and lean.

To Joseph the Egyptians went,
To Jesus I made known my case;
He, when my little stock was spent,
Opened his magazine of grace.

For he the time of dearth foresaw,
And made provision long before;
That famish’d souls, like me, might draw
Supplies from his unbounded store.

Now on his bounty I depend,
And live from fear of dearth secure,
Maintain’d by such a mighty friend,
I cannot want till he is poor.

O sinners hear his gracious call!
His mercy’s door stands open wide,
He has enough to feed you all,
And none who come shall be denied.

Olney Hymns. Book I: On select Passages of Scripture.

Psalme 143 (Geneva Bible)
A Psalme of David.

1 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and hearken vnto my supplication: answere me in thy trueth and in thy righteousnes.
2 (And enter not into iudgement with thy seruant: for in thy sight shall none that liueth, be iustified)
3 For the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead long agoe:
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
5 Yet doe I remember the time past: I meditate in all thy workes, yea, I doe meditate in the workes of thine hands.
6 I stretch forth mine hands vnto thee: my soule desireth after thee, as the thirstie land. Selah.
7 Heare me speedily, O Lord, for my spirit fayleth: hide not thy face from me, els I shall be like vnto them that go downe into the pit.
8 Let me heare thy louing kindenes in the morning, for in thee is my trust: shewe mee the way, that I should walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto thee.
9 Deliuer me, O Lord, from mine enemies: for I hid me with thee.
10 Teach me to doe thy will, for thou art my God: let thy good Spirit leade me vnto the land of righteousnes.
11 Quicken me, O Lord, for thy Names sake, and for thy righteousnesse bring my soule out of trouble.
12 And for thy mercy slay mine enemies, and destroy all them that oppresse my soule: for I am thy seruant.

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

Posted 2008·09·14 by David Kjos
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