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Lord’s Day 52, 2019

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


There will be silence before You, and praise in Zion,
O God,
And to You the vow will be performed.
O You who hear prayer,
To You all men come.
Iniquities prevail against me;
As for our transgressions, You forgive them.
How blessed is the one whom You choose and bring
near to You
To dwell in Your courts.
We will be satisfied with the goodness of Your house,
Your holy temple.

By awesome deeds You answer us in righteousness,
O God of our salvation,
You who are the trust of all the ends of the earth and
of the farthest sea;
Who establishes the mountains by His strength,
Being girded with might;
Who stills the roaring of the seas,
The roaring of their waves,
And the tumult of the peoples.
They who dwell in the ends of the earth stand in awe
of Your signs;
You make the dawn and the sunset shout for joy.

You visit the earth and cause it to overflow;
You greatly enrich it;
The stream of God is full of water;
You prepare their grain, for thus You prepare the earth.
You water its furrows abundantly,
You settle its ridges,
You soften it with showers,
You bless its growth.
You have crowned the year with Your bounty,
And Your paths drip with fatness.
The pastures of the wilderness drip,
And the hills gird themselves with rejoicing.
The meadows are clothed with flocks
And the valleys are covered with grain;
They shout for joy, yes, they sing.

—Psalm 65

XLIII. The Year crowned with the divine Goodness. Psalm lxv. 11.
For New-Year’s Day.


Eternal Source of ev’ry Joy!
Well may thy Praise our Lips employ,
While in thy Temple we appear,
Whose Goodness crowns the circling Year.

Wide as the Wheels of Nature roll
Thy Hand supports the steady Pole:
The Sun is taught by thee to rise,
And Darkness when to veil the Skies.

The flow’ry Spring at thy Command
Embalms the Air, and paints the Land;
The Summer Rays with Vigour shine
To raise the Corn, and chear the Vine.

Thy Hand in Autumn richly pours
Thro’ all our Coasts redundant Stores;
And Winters, soft’ned by thy Care,
No more a Face of Horror wear.

Seasons, and Months, and Weeks, and Days
Demand successive Songs of Praise;
Still be the chearful Homage paid
With opening Light, and evening Shade.

Here in thy House shall Incense rise,
As circling Sabbaths bless our Eyes;
Still will we make thy Mercies known,
Around thy Board, and round our own.

O may our more harmonious Tongues
In Worlds unknown persue the Songs;
And in those brighter Courts adore,
Where Days and Years revolve no more.

—Philip Doddridge, Hymns Founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scriptures (Salop, 1755).

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 2019·12·29 by David Kjos
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