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Lord’s Day 51, 2019


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

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O how I love Your law!
It is my meditation all the day.
Your commandments make me wiser
than my enemies,
For they are ever mine.
I have more insight than all my teachers,
For Your testimonies are my meditation.
I understand more than the aged,
Because I have observed Your precepts.
I have restrained my feet from every evil way,
That I may keep Your word.
I have not turned aside from Your ordinances,
For You Yourself have taught me.
How sweet are Your words to my taste!
Yes, sweeter than honey to my mouth!
From Your precepts I get understanding;
Therefore I hate every false way.
—Psalm 119:97–104

The Excellency of the Holy Scriptures.

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I.

Father of mercies, in thy word
What endless glory shines;
Forever be thy name ador’d
For these celestial lines.

II.

Here, mines of heav’nly wealth disclose
Their bright, unbounded store:
The glitt’ring gem no longer glows,
And India boasts no more.

III.

Here, may the wretched sons of want
Exhaustless riches find:
Riches, above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.

IV.

Here, the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repast;
Sublimer sweets than nature knows,
Invite the longing taste.

V.

Here may the blind and hungry come,
And light, and food receive;
Here, shall the meanest guest have room,
And taste, and see, and live.

VI.

Amidst these gloomy wilds below,
When dark and sad we stray;
Here, beams of heav’n relieve our woe.
And guide to endless day.

VII.

Here, springs of consolation rise,
To cheer the fainting mind;
And thirsty souls receive supplies,
And sweet refreshment find.

VIII.

When guilt and terror, pain and grief,
United rend the heart,
Here, sinners meet divine relief,
And cool the raging smart.

IX.

Here, the Redeemer’s welcome voice,
Spreads heav’nly peace around;
And life, and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful sound.

X.

But when his painful sufferings rise,
(Delightful, dreadful scene!)
Angels may read with wond’ring eyes
That Jesus died for men.

XI.

O may these heav’nly pages be
My ever dear delight,
And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light.

XII.

Divine instructor, gracious Lord,
Be thou forever near,
Teach me to love thy sacred word,
And view my Saviour there.

—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.


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if you can possibly help it.
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Posted 2019·12·22 by David Kjos
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