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Lord’s Day 51, 2017

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


But whatever things were gain to me, those things I have counted as loss for the sake of Christ. More than that, I count all things to be loss in view of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them but rubbish so that I may gain Christ, and may be found in Him, not having a righteousness of my own derived from the Law, but that which is through faith in Christ, the righteousness which comes from God on the basis of faith, that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death; in order that I may attain to the resurrection from the dead.

—Philippians 3:7–11

VI. Contempt of the world.
Augustus Toplady (1740–1778)


Can ought below engross my thought?
Or am I to the world confin’d?
Nay, let my pure affections soar
To objects of a nobler kind!

I know I’m but a pilgrim here,
That seeks a better, promis’d land.
Then may I run and never tire,
Till that celestial home’s obtain’d.

Resolv’d to tread the sacred way
That Jesus water’d with his blood,
I bend my fix’d and cheerful course
Through that rough path my master trod.

Contemptuous of the world I live,
A daily death rejoice to die:
And, while I move and walk below,
My absent heart mounts up on high.

O light of life, still guide my steps,
Without thy friendly aid I stray:
Lead me, my God, for I am blind.
Direct me, and point out my way.

Let the vain world applaud or frown,
Still may I heaven’s path pursue:
Still may I stand unshook, and keep
The centre of my hopes in view!

Tho’ Satan, earth, and self oppose,
Yet, thro’ thy help I’ll persevere;
To Canaan’s hills my eyes lift up,
And choose my lot and portion there.

The way that leads to glory lies
Through ill-report, contempt, and loss:
Assist me to deny myself,
To follow thee and bear thy cross.

Let Satan never come between,
Nor separate my God from me;
But may my soul, in ev’ry storm,
Find a sure resting place in thee.

The Complete Works of Augustus Toplady: An Appendix, Not Properly Reducible, etc. (Sprinkle Publications, 1987).

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

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Posted 2017·12·17 by David Kjos
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