Lord’s Day 16, 2017
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.”
O God, You are my God; I shall seek You earnestly;
My soul thirsts for You, my flesh yearns for You,
In a dry and weary land where there is no water.
Thus I have seen You in the sanctuary,
To see Your power and Your glory.
Because Your lovingkindness is better than life,
My lips will praise You.
So I will bless You as long as I live;
I will lift up my hands in Your name.
My soul is satisfied as with marrow and fatness,
And my mouth offers praises with joyful lips.
When I remember You on my bed,
I meditate on You in the night watches,
For You have been my help,
And in the shadow of Your wings I sing for joy.
My soul clings to You;
Your right hand upholds me.
But those who seek my life to destroy it,
Will go into the depths of the earth.
They will be delivered over to the power of the sword;
They will be a prey for foxes.
But the king will rejoice in God;
Everyone who swears by Him will glory,
For the mouths of those who speak lies will be stopped.
Paraphrases on Select Parts of Holy Writ
Para. XIV. Psalm lxiii.
Augustus Toplady (1740–1778)
O God, my God thou art,
My Father too by grace;
I dare not from my hope depart.
Or cease to seek thy face:
My thirsty spirit pants
Thy plenitude to prove,
And comprehend with all thy saints,
The fulness of thy love.
In this dry, barren land,
Where water is not found,
I fain would fly to thy right hand,
Where living streams abound:
Thee, thee, I long to know,
Athirst for God I am,
And come to thee as needy now
As when at first I came.
Thy glory and thy pow’r
I long again to see,
To have again, as heretofore,
Sweet fellowship with thee;
Again to feel thy peace,
Again thy name to praise:
Better than life thy favour is,
To all that know thy grace.
With persevering hope,
Thy mercy I’ll proclaim,
My hands in steady faith lift up,
And magnify thy name.
Thy praises I’ll reveal,
’Till I from earth remove,
My mouth with joyful lips shall tell
The wonders of thy love.
Surely I reason have
On thee, my God, to trust;
My life thou liftest from the grave,
My spirit from the dust:
Thy grace and boundless might
My theme by day shall be,
My glory in the silent night,
To meditate on thee.
My succour thou hast been
When ev’ry helper failed,
Or I, ere now, had fell by sin,
And Satan had prevail’d
My soul, redeem’d from death.
To thee her off’ring brings,
And hides her helpless head beneath
The covert of thy wings.
Thou keep’st my steady feet
In thy appointed road;
By all the pow’rs of hell beset,
I follow after God:
In Jesus I am safe,
My castle of resort;
His hand is both my shield and staff.
My shelter and support.
The men who seek to tread
Thy faithful people down,
And persecute, in them, their Head,
And crucify their Son,
Thou, Lord, will surely foil
In thy avenging day,
And give their bodies for a spoil
To ev’ry beast of prey.
But me, and all who love
Thy worship and thy ways,
Thou far from danger wilt remove,
And hide us in thy place:
Who speak the words of truth,
Thou, Lord, on them shall smile.
But thou wilt stop the liar’s mouth,
And slay the sons of guile.
—The Complete Works of Augustus Toplady (Sprinkle Publications, 1987).
Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.
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