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Lord’s Day 17, 2019

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


Bless the Lord, O my soul,
And all that is within me, bless His holy name.
Bless the Lord, O my soul,
And forget none of His benefits;
Who pardons all your iniquities,
Who heals all your diseases;
Who redeems your life from the pit,
Who crowns you with lovingkindness and compassion;
Who satisfies your years with good things,
So that your youth is renewed like the eagle.

The Lord performs righteous deeds
And judgments for all who are oppressed.
He made known His ways to Moses,
His acts to the sons of Israel.
The Lord is compassionate and gracious,
Slow to anger and abounding in lovingkindness.
He will not always strive with us,
Nor will He keep His anger forever.
He has not dealt with us according to our sins,
Nor rewarded us according to our iniquities.
For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
So great is His lovingkindness toward those who fear Him.
As far as the east is from the west,
So far has He removed our transgressions from us.
Just as a father has compassion on his children,
So the Lord has compassion on those who fear Him.
For He Himself knows our frame;
He is mindful that we are but dust.

As for man, his days are like grass;
As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
When the wind has passed over it, it is no more,
And its place acknowledges it no longer.
But the lovingkindness of the Lord is
from everlasting to everlasting
on those who fear Him,
And His righteousness to children’s children,
To those who keep His covenant
And remember His precepts to do them.

The Lord has established His throne in the heavens,
And His sovereignty rules over all.
Bless the Lord, you His angels,
Mighty in strength, who perform His word,
Obeying the voice of His word!
Bless the Lord, all you His hosts,
You who serve Him, doing His will.
Bless the Lord, all you works of His,
In all places of His dominion;
Bless the Lord, O my soul!

—Psalm 103

Praise to God for the Blessings of Providence and Grace.



Almighty Father, gracious Lord,
Kind guardian of my days,
Thy mercies, let my heart record
In songs of grateful praise.


In life’s first dawn, my tender frame
Was thy indulgent care,
Long ere I could pronounce thy name,
Or breathe the infant pray’r.


When reason with my stature grew,
How weak her brightest ray!
How little of my God I knew!
How apt from thee to stray!


Around my path what dangers rose!
What snares spread all my road!
No pow’r could guard me from my foes
But my preserver, God.


When life hung trembling on a breath,
’Twas thy almighty love
That sav’d me from impending death,
And bad my fears remove.


How many blessings round me shone,
Where’er I turn’d my eye!
How many pass’d almost unknown,
Or unregarded, by.


Each rolling year new favours brought
From thy exhaustless store:
But ah! in vain my lab’ring thought
Would count thy mercies o’er.


While sweet reflection, through my days
Thy bounteous hand would trace;
Still dearer blessings claim my praise,
The blessings of thy grace.


Yes, I adore thee, gracious Lord,
For favours more divine;
That I have known thy sacred word,
Where all thy glories shine.


’Tis here, I view with pleasing pain,
How Jesus left the sky,
(Almighty love! surprizing scene!)
For man, lost man, to die.


When blest with that transporting view,
That Jesus died for me,
For this sweet hope what praise is due,
O God of grace, to thee!


And may I hope that Christ is mine?
That source of ev’ry bliss,
That noblest gift of love divine—
What wond’rous grace is this!


My highest praise, alas, how poor!
How cold my warmest love!
Dear Saviour, teach me to adore
As angels do above.


But frail mortality in vain
Attempts the blissful song;
The high, the vast, the boundless strain,
Claims an immortal tongue.


Lord, when this mortal frame decays,
And ev’ry weakness dies,
Complete the wonders of thy grace,
And raise me to the skies.


Then shall my joyful pow’rs unite,
In more exalted lays,
And join the happy sons of light,
In everlasting praise.

—Anne Steele, The Works of Mrs. Anne Steele (Munroe, Francis, and Parker, 1808).

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

Please don’t miss worshiping with your local congregation
if you can possibly help it.
But if you’re in need of a good sermon, try these.

Posted 2019·04·28 by David Kjos
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