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Lord’s Day 16, 2020


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

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For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. —Romans 8:38–39

Hymn XXI.
A Chamber hymn.

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What tho’ my frail eye-lids refuse
Continual watching to keep,
And punctual as midnight renews,
Demand the refreshment of sleep;
A sov’reign protector I have,
Unseen, yet for ever at hand,
Unchangeably faithful to save:
Almighty to rule and command.

From evil secure and its dread,
I rest if my Saviour is nigh,
And songs his kind presence indeed
Shall in the night season supply;
He smiles and my comforts abound,
His grace as the dew shall descend,
And walls of salvation surround
The soul he delights to defend.

Kind Author and ground of my hope,
Thee, thee, for my God I avow,
My glad Ebenezer set up,
And own thou hast help’d me ’till now;
I muse on the years that are past,
Wherein my defence thou hast prov’d,
Nor wilt thou relinquish at last
A sinner so signally lov’d.

Inspirer and hearer of pray’r,
Thou feeder and guardian of thine,
My all to thy covenant care
I sleeping and waking resign,
If thou art my shield and my sun,
The night is no darkness to me,
And fast as my moments roll on,
They bring me but nearer to thee.

Thy minist’ring spirits descend,
To watch while thy saints are asleep,
By day and by night they attend,
The heirs of salvation to keep;
Bright seraphs, despatch’d from the throne,
Repair to the stations assign’d,
And angels elect are sent down,
To guard the elect of mankind.

Thy worship no interval knows,
Their fervour is still on the wing:
And, while they protect my repose,
They chaunt to the praise of my king.
I too, at the season ordained,
Their chorus for ever will join:
And love and adore without end,
Their faithful Creator, and mine.

The Complete Works of Augustus Toplady: To the Holy Spirit (London: J. Chidley, 1837).

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


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Posted 2020·04·19 by David Kjos
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