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Lord’s Day 17, 2009


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

PETITIONARY HYMNS
POEM XIV.

Augustus Toplady (1740–1778)

SUPREME High Priest, the pilgrim’s light,
   My heart for thee prepare,
Thine image stamp, and deeply write
   Thy superscription there.

Ah! let my forehead bear thy seal,
   My arm thy badge retain,
My heart the inward witness feel
   That I am born again!

Thy peace, O Saviour, shed abroad,
   That every want supplies:
Then from its guilt my soul renew’d,
   Shall, phœnix like, arise.

Into thy humble mansion come.
   Set up thy dwelling here:
Possess my heart, and leave no room
   For sin to harbour there.

Ah! give me, Lord, the single eye,
   Which aims at nought but thee:
I fain would live, and yet not I—
   Let Jesus live in me.

Like Noah’s dove, no rest I find
   But in thy ark of peace;
Thy cross the balance of my mind,
   Thy wounds my hiding-place.

In vain the tempter spreads the snare,
   If thou my keeper art:
Get thee behind me, God is near,
   My Saviour takes my part!

On him my spirit I recline,
   Who put my nature on;
His light shall in my darkness shine,
   And guide me to his throne.

O that the penetrating sight,
   And eagle’s eye were mine
Undazzled at the boundless light
   I’d see his glory shine!

Ev’n now , by faith, I see him live
   To crown the conquering few;
Nor let me linger here, but strive
   To gain the prize in view.

Add, Saviour, to the eagle’s eye,
   The clove’s aspiring wing,
To bear me upwards to the sky,
   Thy praises there to sing!

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

Psalme 119:129–136
(Geneva Bible)
Pe.

129 Thy testimonies are wonderfull: therefore doeth my soule keepe them.
130 The entrance into thy wordes sheweth light, and giueth vnderstanding to the simple.
131 I opened my mouth and panted, because I loued thy commandements.
132 Looke vpon mee and bee mercifull vnto me, as thou vsest to doe vnto those that loue thy Name.
133 Direct my steppes in thy worde, and let none iniquitie haue dominion ouer me.
134 Deliuer mee from the oppression of men, and I will keepe thy precepts.
135 Shew the light of thy countenance vpon thy seruant, and teache me thy statutes.
136 Mine eyes gush out with riuers of water, because they keepe not thy Lawe.


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.



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