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Lord’s Day 38, 2017

I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.”


How can we sing the Lord’s song
In a foreign land?

—Psalm 137:4

He who testifies to these things says, “Yes, I am coming quickly.” Amen. Come, Lord Jesus.

—Revelation 22:20

A Song of Praise for the Hope of Glory
John Mason (1645–1694)


I sojourn in a vale of tears;
Alas, how can I sing?
My harp doth on the willows hang,
Distuned in every string.
My music is a captive’s chains,
Harsh sounds my ears do fill;
How shall I sing sweet Zion’s song
On this side Zion’s hill?

Yet lo, I hear a joyful sound,
“Surely I quickly come”;
Each word much sweetness doth distill,
Like a full honeycomb.
And dost Thou come, my dearest Lord?
And dost Thou surely come?
And dost Thou surely quickly come?
Methinks I am at home.

Come then, my dearest, dearest Lord,
My sweetest, surest Friend;
Come, for I loathe these Kedar tents,
Thy fiery chariots send.
What have I here? My Thoughts and joys
Are all packed up and gone;
My eager soul would follow them
To Thine eternal throne.

What have I in this barren land?
My Jesus is not here;
Mine eyes will never be blessed until
My Jesus doth appear.
My Jesus is gone up to heaven,
To get a place for me;
For ’tis His will that where he is,
There should His servants be.

Canaan I view from Pisgah’s top,
Of Canaan’s grapes I taste;
My Lord who sends unto me here,
Will send for me at last.
I have a God that changeth not,
Why should I be perplexed?
My God that owns me in this world,
Will own me in the next.

Go fearless, then, my soul, with God,
Into another room;
Thou who hast walked with Him here,
Go see thy God at home.
View death with a believing eye,
It hath an angels face;
And this kind angel will prefer
Thee to an angels place.

The grave is but a fining pot
Unto believing eyes;
For there the flesh shall lose its dross,
And like the sun shall rise.
The world, which I have known too well,
Hath mocked me with its lies;
How gladly could I leave behind
Its vexing vanities?

My dearest friends they dwell above,
Them will I go to see;
And all my friends in Christ below
Will soon come after me.
Fear not the trump’s earth-rending sound,
Dread not the day of doom;
For He that is to be thy Judge,
Thy Saviour is become.

Blessed be my God that gives me light,
Who in the dark did grope;
Blest be my God, the God of love,
Who causeth me to hope.
Here’s the Word’s signets, comfort’s staff,
And here is grace’s chain;
But these Thy pledges, Lord, I know
My hopes are not in vain.

Worthy Is the Lamb (Soli Deo Gloria, 2004).

Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.

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Posted 2017·09·17 by David Kjos
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