I reioyced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord. Psalme 122:1 (Geneva Bible)

PETITIONARY HYMNS
POEM I
Augustus Toplady (1740–1778)

efining Fuller, make me clean,
On me thy costly pearl bestow:
Thou art thyself the pearl I prize,
The only joy I seek below.

Disperse the clouds that damp my soul,
And make my heart unfit for thee:
Cast me not off, but seal me now
Thine own peculiar property.

Look on the wounds of Christ for me,
My sentence graciously reprieve:
Extend thy peaceful sceptre, Lord,
And bid the dying traitor live.

Tho’ I’ve transgress’d the rules prescribd,
And dar’d the justice I adore,
Yet let thy smiling mercy say,
Depart in peace, and sin no more.

—The Complete Works of Augustus Toplady (Sprinkle Publications, 1987).

salme 94 (Geneva Bible)

1 O Lord God the auenger, O God the auenger, shewe thy selfe clearely.
2 Exalt thy selfe, O Iudge of the worlde, and render a reward to the proude.
3 Lord how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked triumph?
4 They prate and speake fiercely: all the workers of iniquitie vaunt themselues.
5 They smite downe thy people, O Lord, and trouble thine heritage.
6 They slay the widowe and the stranger, and murder the fatherlesse.
7 Yet they say, The Lord shall not see: neither will the God of Iaakob regard it.
8 Vnderstande ye vnwise among the people: and ye fooles, when will ye be wise?
9 Hee that planted the eare, shall hee not heare? or he that formed the eye, shall he not see?
10 Or he that chastiseth the nations, shall he not correct? hee that teacheth man knowledge, shall he not knowe?
11 The Lord knoweth the thoughtes of man, that they are vanitie.
12 Blessed is the man, whom thou chastisest, O Lord, and teachest him in thy Lawe,
13 That thou mayest giue him rest from the dayes of euill, whiles the pitte is digged for the wicked.
14 Surely the Lord will not faile his people, neither will he forsake his inheritance.
15 For iudgement shall returne to iustice, and all the vpright in heart shall follow after it.
16 Who will rise vp with me against the wicked? or who will take my part against the workers of iniquitie?
17 If the Lord had not holpen me, my soule had almost dwelt in silence.
18 When I said, My foote slideth, thy mercy, O Lord, stayed me.
19 In the multitude of my thoughts in mine heart, thy comfortes haue reioyced my soule.
20 Hath the throne of iniquitie fellowship with thee, which forgeth wrong for a Lawe?
21 They gather them together against the soule of the righteous, and condemne the innocent blood.
22 But the Lord is my refuge, and my God is the rocke of mine hope.
23 And hee will recompence them their wickednes, and destroy them in their owne malice: yea, the Lord our God shall destroy them.

ermons Albert Mohler Alistair Begg Bret Capranica David Legge

David Strain Jason Robertson John MacArthur John Piper Mark Loughridge Michael Beasley

Paul Lamey Paul W. Martin Phil Johnson Phillip M. Way R.C. Sproul Steve Weaver

Grace be with you, and Peace from God our Father, and from the Lorde Jesus Christ.

I reioyced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord. Psalme 122:1 (Geneva Bible)

PETITIONARY HYMNS
POEM II
At entering into the Church
Augustus Toplady (1740–1778)

ather of love, to thee I bend
My heart, and lift mine eyes;
O let my pray’r and praise ascend
As odours to the skies.

Thy pard’ning voice I come to hear,
To know thee as thou art;
Thy ministers can reach the ear,
But thou must touch the heart.

O stamp me in thy heav’nly mould,
And grant they word apply’d
May bring forth fruit an hundred fold
And speak me justified.

—The Complete Works of Augustus Toplady (Sprinkle Publications, 1987).

salme 18 (Geneva Bible). To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid the seruant of the Lord, which spake unto the Lord the wordes of this song (in the day that the Lord delivered him from the hande of all this enemies, and from the hande of Saul) and sayd,
1 I will loue thee dearely, O Lord my strength.
2 The Lord is my rocke, and my fortresse, and he that deliuereth me, my God and my strength: in him will I trust, my shield, the horne also of my saluation, and my refuge.
3 I will call vpon the Lord, which is worthie to be praysed: so shall I be safe from mine enemies.
4 The sorowes of death compassed me, and the floods of wickednes made me afraide.
5 The sorowes of the graue haue compassed me about: the snares of death ouertooke me.
6 But in my trouble did I call vpon the Lord, and cryed vnto my God: he heard my voyce out of his Temple, and my crye did come before him, euen into his eares.
7 Then the earth trembled, and quaked: the foundations also of the mountaines mooued and shooke, because he was angrie.
8 Smoke went out at his nostrels, and a consuming fire out of his mouth: coales were kindled thereat.
9 He bowed the heauens also and came downe, and darkenes was vnder his feete.
10 And he rode vpon Cherub and did flie, and he came flying vpon the wings of the winde.
11 He made darkenes his secrete place, and his pauilion round about him, euen darkenesse of waters, and cloudes of the ayre.
12 At the brightnes of his presence his clouds passed, haylestones and coles of fire.
13 The Lord also thundred in the heauen, and the Highest gaue his voyce, haylestones and coales of fire.
14 Then hee sent out his arrowes and scattred them, and he increased lightnings and destroyed them.
15 And the chanels of waters were seene, and the foundations of the worlde were discouered at thy rebuking, O Lord, at the blasting of the breath of thy nostrels.
16 He hath sent downe from aboue and taken mee: hee hath drawen mee out of many waters.
17 He hath deliuered mee from my strong enemie, and from them which hate me: for they were too strong for me.
18 They preuented me in the day of my calamitie: but the Lord was my stay.
19 Hee brought mee foorth also into a large place: hee deliuered mee because hee fauoured me.
20 The Lord rewarded me according to my righteousnes: according to the purenes of mine hands he recompensed me:
21 Because I kept the wayes of the Lord, and did not wickedly against my God.
22 For all his Lawes were before mee, and I did not cast away his commandements from mee.
23 I was vpright also with him, and haue kept me from my wickednes.
24 Therefore the Lord rewarded me according to my righteousnesse, and according to the purenes of mine hands in his sight.
25 With the godly thou wilt shewe thy selfe godly: with the vpright man thou wilt shew thy selfe vpright.
26 With the pure thou wilt shewe thy selfe pure, and with the froward thou wilt shewe thy selfe froward.
27 Thus thou wilt saue the poore people, and wilt cast downe the proude lookes.
28 Surely thou wilt light my candle: the Lord my God wil lighten my darkenes.
29 For by thee I haue broken through an hoste, and by my God I haue leaped ouer a wall.
30 The way of God is vncorrupt: the worde of the Lord is tried in the fire: he is a shield to all that trust in him.
31 For who is God besides the Lord? and who is mightie saue our God?
32 God girdeth me with strength, and maketh my way vpright.
33 He maketh my feete like hindes feete, and setteth me vpon mine high places.
34 He teacheth mine hands to fight: so that a bowe of brasse is broken with mine armes.
35 Thou hast also giuen me the shield of thy saluation, and thy right hand hath stayed me, and thy louing kindenes hath caused me to increase.
36 Thou hast enlarged my steps vnder mee, and mine heeles haue not slid.
37 I haue pursued mine enemies, and taken them, and haue not turned againe till I had consumed them.
38 I haue wounded them, that they were not able to rise: they are fallen vnder my feete.
39 For thou hast girded me with strength to battell: them, that rose against me, thou hast subdued vnder me.
40 And thou hast giuen me the neckes of mine enemies, that I might destroy them that hate me.
41 They cryed but there was none to saue them, euen vnto the Lord, but hee answered them not.
42 Then I did beate them small as the dust before the winde: I did treade them flat as the clay in the streetes.
43 Thou hast deliuered me from the contentions of the people: thou hast made me the head of the heathen: a people, whom I haue not knowen, shall serue me.
44 As soone as they heare, they shall obey me: the strangers shall be in subiection to me.
45 Strangers shall shrinke away, and feare in their priuie chambers.
46 Let the Lord liue, and blessed be my strength, and the God of my saluation be exalted.
47 It is God that giueth me power to auenge me, and subdueth the people vnder me.
48 O my deliuerer from mine enemies, euen thou hast set mee vp from them, that rose against me: thou hast deliuered mee from the cruell man.
49 Therefore I will prayse thee, O Lord, among the nations, and wil sing vnto thy Name.
50 Great deliuerances giueth hee vnto his King, and sheweth mercie to his anoynted, euen to Dauid, and to his seede for euer.

ermons Albert Mohler Alistair Begg Bret Capranica David Legge

David Strain Jason Robertson John MacArthur John Piper Mark Loughridge Michael Beasley

Paul Lamey Paul W. Martin Phil Johnson Phillip M. Way R.C. Sproul Steve Weaver

Grace be with you, and Peace from God our Father, and from the Lorde Jesus Christ.

I reioyced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord. Psalme 122:1 (Geneva Bible)

PETITIONARY HYMNS
POEM III. When Service is ended.
Augustus Toplady (1740–1778)

ord, let me not tye courts depart,
Nor quit thy mercy-seat,
Before I feel thee in my heart,
And there the Saviour meet.

Water the seed in weakness sown,
And ever more improve:
Make me a garden of thine own;
May ev’ry flow’r be love!

O send my soul in peace away;
For both my Lord hath bought:
And let my heart, exulting, say,
I’ve found the pearl I sought!

—The Complete Works of Augustus Toplady (Sprinkle Publications, 1987).

salme 147
Geneva Bible

1 Praise ye the Lord, for it is good to sing vnto our God: for it is a pleasant thing, and praise is comely.
2 The Lord doth builde vp Ierusalem, and gather together the dispersed of Israel.
3 He healeth those that are broken in heart, and bindeth vp their sores.
4 He counteth the nomber of the starres, and calleth them all by their names.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his power: his wisdome is infinite.
6 The Lord relieueth the meeke, and abaseth the wicked to the ground.
7 Sing vnto the Lord with prayse: sing vpon the harpe vnto our God,
8 Which couereth the heauen with cloudes, and prepareth raine for the earth, and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaines:
9 Which giueth to beasts their foode, and to the yong rauens that crie.
10 He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, neither delighteth he in the legs of man.
11 But the Lord deliteth in them that feare him, and attende vpon his mercie.
12 Prayse the Lord, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Zion.
13 For he hath made the barres of thy gates strong, and hath blessed thy children within thee.
14 He setteth peace in thy borders, and satisfieth thee with the floure of wheate.
15 He sendeth foorth his commandement vpon earth, and his worde runneth very swiftly.
16 He giueth snowe like wooll, and scattereth the hoare frost like ashes.
17 He casteth foorth his yce like morsels: who can abide the colde thereof?
18 He sendeth his worde and melteth them: he causeth his winde to blowe, and the waters flowe.
19 He sheweth his word vnto Iaakob, his statutes and his iudgements vnto Israel.
20 He hath not dealt so with euery nation, neither haue they knowen his iudgements. Prayse ye the Lord.

ermons Albert Mohler Alistair Begg Bret Capranica David Legge

David Strain Jason Robertson John MacArthur John Piper Mark Loughridge Michael Beasley

Paul Lamey Paul W. Martin Phil Johnson Phillip M. Way R.C. Sproul Steve Weaver

Grace be with you, and Peace from God our Father, and from the Lorde Jesus Christ.

I reioyced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord. Psalme 122:1 (Geneva Bible)

PETITIONARY HYMNS
POEM IV. For the morning.
Augustus Toplady (1740–1778)

esus, by whose grace I live
From the fear of evil kept,
Thou has lengthen’d my reprieve,
Held in being while I slept,
With the day my heart renew;
let me wake thy will to do.

Since the last revolving dawn
scatter’d the nocturnal cloud,
O, how many souls have gone,
Unprepar’d, to meet their God!
Yet thou dost prolong my breath,
Nor hast seal’d my eyes in death.

O that I may keep thy word,
Taught by thee to watch and pray
To thy service, dearest Lord,
Sanctify th’ present day:
Swift its fleeting moments hast,
Doom’d, perhaps, to be my last.

Crucify’d to all below,
Earth shall never be my care
Wealth and honour I forego
This my only wish and care,
Thine in life and death to be,
Now and to eternity.

—The Complete Works of Augustus Toplady (Sprinkle Publications, 1987).

salme 114
Geneva Bible

1 When Israel went out of Egypt, and the house of Iaakob from the barbarous people,
2 Iudah was his sanctification, and Israel his dominion.
3 The Sea sawe it and fled: Iorden was turned backe.
4 The mountaines leaped like rams, and the hils as lambes.
5 What ailed thee, O Sea, that thou fleddest? O Iorden, why wast thou turned backe?
6 Ye mountaines, why leaped ye like rams, and ye hils as lambes?
7 The earth trembled at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the God of Iaakob,
8 Which turneth the rocke into waterpooles, and the flint into a fountaine of water.

ermons Albert Mohler Alistair Begg Bret Capranica David Legge

David Strain Jason Robertson John MacArthur John Piper Mark Loughridge Michael Beasley

Paul Lamey Paul W. Martin Phil Johnson Phillip M. Way R.C. Sproul Steve Weaver

Grace be with you, and Peace from God our Father, and from the Lorde Jesus Christ.

I reioyced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord. Psalme 122:1 (Geneva Bible)

PETITIONARY HYMNS
POEM V. For the evening.
Augustus Toplady (1740–1778)

od of love, whose truth and grace
   Reach unbounded as the skies,
Hear the creature’s feeble praise,
   Let my evening sacrifice
Mount as incense to thy throne,
On the merits of thy son.

Me thy providence has led
   Through another busy day:
Over me thy wings were spread,
   Chasing sin and death away:
Thou has been my faithful shield,
Thou my footsteps has upheld.

Tho’ the sable veil of night
   Hides the cheering face of heav’n,
Let me triumph in the sight
   Of my guilt in thee forgiv’n
In my heart the witness feel,
See the great invisible.

I will lay me down to sleep,
   Sweetly take my rest in thee,
Ev’ry moment brought a step
   Nearer to eternity:
I shall soon from earth ascend,
Quickly reach my journey’s end.

All my sins imputed were
   To my dear, incarnate God;
Bury’d in his grave they are,
   Drown’d in his atoning blood:
Me thou wilt not now condemn,
Righteous and complete in him.

In the Savior’s right I claim
   All the blessings he hath bought;
For my soul the dying Lamb
   Hath a full redemption wrought;
Heaven through his desert is mine;
Christ’s I am, and Christ is thine!

—The Complete Works of Augustus Toplady (Sprinkle Publications, 1987).

salme 1
(Geneva Bible)

1 Blessed is the man that doeth not walke in the counsell of the wicked, nor stand in the way of sinners, nor sit in ye seate of the scornefull:
2 But his delite is in the Lawe of the Lord, and in his Lawe doeth he meditate day and night.
3 For he shall be like a tree planted by the riuers of waters, that will bring foorth her fruite in due season: whose leafe shall not fade: so whatsoeuer he shall doe, shall prosper.
4 The wicked are not so, but as the chaffe, which the winde driueth away.
5 Therefore the wicked shall not stande in the iudgement, nor sinners in the assemblie of the righteous.
6 For the Lord knoweth the way of the righteous, and the way of the wicked shall perish.

ermons Albert Mohler Alistair Begg Bret Capranica David Legge

David Strain Jason Robertson John MacArthur John Piper Mark Loughridge Michael Beasley

Paul Lamey Paul W. Martin Phil Johnson Phillip M. Way R.C. Sproul Steve Weaver

Grace be with you, and Peace from God our Father, and from the Lorde Jesus Christ.

As the Lord’s Day approaches, I think this excerpt from the Memoirs of the Rev. Augustus Toplady contains some good thoughts for us to think on.

Sunday, 31 [1768]. . . .
   How sweet is the work of the ministry, when attended with the unction of power of the Holy one! My soul has been very barren, ever since last Lord’s Day; but this sabbath has been a sabbath indeed.
   Spent the evening both agreeably and profitably, in reading the confession of faith, charge, and sermon, delivered at Bristol last August . . . Blessed be God for the advancement of his interest among us, under whatever form. Lord, increase the number of thy faithful witnesses, every where and in every denomination of Protestants!

—Augustus Toplady, The Complete Works of Augustus Toplady (Sprinkle Publications, 1987), 12.

May each of us, especially those of you who serve in ministry, have such a Lord’s Day, and pray such a prayer.

I reioyced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord. Psalme 122:1, (Geneva Bible)

PETITIONARY HYMNS
POEM VI. There Is Mercy with Thee.
Augustus Toplady (1740–1778)

ord, should’st thou weigh my righteousness
Or mark what I have done amiss,
   How should thy servant stand?
Tho’ others might, yet surely I
Must hide my face, nor dare to cry
   For mercy at thy hand.

But thou art loth thy bolts to shoot;
Backward and slow to execute
   The vengeance due to me:
Thou dost not willingly reprove,
For all the mild effects of love
   Are center’d, Lord, in thee.

Shine, then, thou all-subduing light,
The powers of darkness put to flight
   Nor from me ever part:
From earth to heaven be thou my guide,
And O, above each gift beside,
   Give me an upright heart.

—The Complete Works of Augustus Toplady (Sprinkle Publications, 1987).

salme 53 (Geneva Bible)
To him that excelleth on Mahalath.
A Psalme of David to give instruction.
1 The foole hath saide in his heart, There is no God. they haue corrupted and done abominable wickednes: there is none that doeth good.
2 God looked downe from heauen vpon the children of men, to see if there were any that would vnderstand, and seeke God.
3 Euery one is gone backe: they are altogether corrupt: there is none that doth good, no not one.
4 Doe not the workers of iniquitie knowe that they eate vp my people as they eate bread? they call not vpon God.
5 There they were afraide for feare, where no feare was: for God hath scattered the bones of him that besieged thee: thou hast put them to confusion, because God hath cast them off.
6 Oh giue saluation vnto Israel out of Zion: when God turneth the captiuitie of his people, then Iaakob shall reioyce, and Israel shalbe glad.

ermons Albert Mohler Alistair Begg Bret Capranica David Legge

David Strain Jason Robertson John MacArthur John Piper Mark Loughridge Michael Beasley

Paul Lamey Paul W. Martin Phil Johnson Phillip M. Way R.C. Sproul Steve Weaver

Grace be with you, and Peace from God our Father, and from the Lorde Jesus Christ.

I reioyced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord. Psalme 122:1 (Geneva Bible)

PETITIONARY HYMNS
POEM VII. In Sickness
Augustus Toplady (1740–1778)

esus, since I with thee am one,    Confirm my soul in thee, And still continue to tread down    The man of sin in me.

Let not the subtle foe prevail
   In this my feeble hour,
Frustrate all the hopes of hell
   Redeem from Satan’s pow’r.

Arm me, O Lord, from head to foot,
   With righteousness divine;
My soul in Jesus firmly root,
   And seal the Saviour mine.

Proportion’d to my pains below,
   O let my joys increase,
And mercy to my spirit flow
   In healing streams of peace.

In life and death be thou my God,
   And I am more than safe:
Chastis’d by thy paternal rod,
   Support me with thy staff.

Lay on me, Saviour, what thou wilt,
   But give me strength to bear:
Thy gracious hand this cross hath dealt,
   Which cannot be severe.

As gold refin’d may I come out,
   In sorrow’s furnace try’d;
Preserved from faithfulness and doubt,
   And fully purify’d.

When, overwhelm’d with sore distress,
   Out of the pit I cry,
On Jesus suffering in my place
   Help me to fix mine eye.

When marr’d with tears, and blood, and sweat,
   The glorious sufferer lay,
And in my stead sustain’d the heat
   And burden of the day.

The pangs which my weak nature knows
   Are swallow’d up in thine:
How numberless thy pondrous woes!
   How few, how light are mine!

O might I learn of thee to bear
   Temptation, pain and loss!
Give me a heart inur’d to prayer,
   And fitted to the cross.

Make me, O Lord, thy patient son;
   Thy language mine shall be:
“Father, thy gracious will be done,
   I take the cup from thee.”

While thus my soul is fixt on him
   Once fasten’d to the wood,
Safe shall I pass through Jordan’s stream,
   And reach the realms of God.

And when my soul mounts up to keep
   With thee the marriage feast,
I shall not die, but fall asleep
   On my Redeemer’s breast.

—The Complete Works of Augustus Toplady (Sprinkle Publications, 1987).

salme 95
(Geneva Bible)

1 Come, let vs reioyce vnto the Lord: let vs sing aloude vnto the rocke of our saluation.
2 Let vs come before his face with praise: let vs sing loude vnto him with Psalmes.
3 For the Lord is a great God, and a great King aboue all gods.
4 In whose hande are the deepe places of the earth, and the heightes of the mountaines are his:
5 To whome the Sea belongeth: for hee made it, and his handes formed the dry land.
6 Come, let vs worship and fall downe, and kneele before the Lord our maker.
7 For he is our God, and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheepe of his hande: to day, if ye will heare his voyce,
8 Harden not your heart, as in Meribah, and as in the day of Massah in the wildernesse.
9 Where your fathers tempted me, proued me, though they had seene my worke.
10 Fourtie yeeres haue I contended with this generation, and said, They are a people that erre in heart, for they haue not knowen my wayes.
11 Wherefore I sware in my wrath, saying, Surely they shall not enter into my rest.

ermons Albert Mohler Alistair Begg Bret Capranica David Legge

David Strain Jason Robertson John MacArthur John Piper Mark Loughridge Michael Beasley

Paul Lamey Paul W. Martin Phil Johnson Phillip M. Way R.C. Sproul Steve Weaver

Grace be with you, and Peace from God our Father, and from the Lorde Jesus Christ.

I reioyced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord. Psalme 122:1 (Geneva Bible)

PETITIONARY HYMNS
POEM VIII. John xiv. 17. He dwelleth with you, and shall be in you.
Augustus Toplady (1740–1778)

avior, I thy word believe,
   My unbelief remove;
Now thy quick’ning Spirit give,
   The unction from above;
Shew me, Lord, how good thou art,
   My soul with all thy fulness fill:
Send the witness in my heart
   The Holy Ghost reveal.

Dead in sin ’till then I lie,
   Bereft of power to rise;
Till thy Spirit inwardly
   Thy saving blood applies:
Now the mighty gift impart,
   My sin erase, my pardon seal:
Send the witness, in my heart
   The Holy Ghost reveal.

Blessed Comforter, come down,
   And live and move in me;
Make my every deed thy own,
   In all things led by thee:
Bid my every lust depart,
   And with me O vouchsafe to dwell;
Faithful witness, in my heart
   Thy perfect light reveal.

Let me in thy love rejoice,
   Thy shrine, thy pure abode;
Tell me, by thine inward voice,
   That I’m a child of God:
Lord, I choose the better part,
   Jesus, I wait thy peace to feel;
Send the witness in my heart
   The Holy Ghost reveal.

Whom the world cannot receive,
   O manifest in me:
Son of God, I cease to live,
   Unless I live in thee
Now impute thy whole desert,
   Restore the joy from which I fell:
Breathe the witness, in my heart
   The Holy Ghost reveal.

—The Complete Works of Augustus Toplady (Sprinkle Publications, 1987).

salme 137
(Geneva Bible)

1 By the riuers of Babel we sate, and there wee wept, when we remembred Zion.
2 Wee hanged our harpes vpon the willowes in the middes thereof.
3 Then they that ledde vs captiues, required of vs songs and mirth, when wee had hanged vp our harpes, saying, Sing vs one of the songs of Zion.
4 Howe shall we sing, said we, a song of the Lord in a strange land?
5 If I forget thee, O Ierusalem, let my right hand forget to play.
6 If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleaue to the roofe of my mouth: yea, if I preferre not Ierusalem to my chiefe ioy.
7 Remember the children of Edom, O Lord, in the day of Ierusalem, which saide, Rase it, rase it to the foundation thereof.
8 O daughter of Babel, worthy to be destroyed, blessed shall he be that rewardeth thee, as thou hast serued vs.
9 Blessed shall he be that taketh and dasheth thy children against the stones.

ermons Albert Mohler Alistair Begg Bret Capranica David Legge

David Strain Jason Robertson John MacArthur John Piper Mark Loughridge Michael Beasley

Paul Lamey Paul W. Martin Phil Johnson Phillip M. Way R.C. Sproul Steve Weaver

Grace be with you, and Peace from God our Father, and from the Lorde Jesus Christ.

I reioyced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord. Psalms 122:1 (Geneva Bible)

PETITIONARY HYMNS
POEM IX. On War
Augustus Toplady (1740–1778)

reat God, whom heav’n, and earth, and sea.
With all their countless hosts, obey,
Upheld by whom the nations stand,
And empires fall at thy command:

Beneath thy long suspended ire
Let papal Antichrist expire;
Thy knowledge spread from sea to sea,
’Till every nation bows to thee.

Then shew thyself the prince of peace,
Make every hostile efforts cease:
All with thy sacred love inspire,
And burn their chariots in the fire.

In sunder break each warlike spear;
Let all the Saviour’s liv’ry wear;
The universal Sabbath prove,
The utmost rest of Christian love!

The world shall then no discord know,
But hand in hand to Canaan go,
Jesus, the peaceful king, adore,
And learn the art of war no more.

—The Complete Works of Augustus Toplady (Sprinkle Publications, 1987).

salme 150
(Geneva Bible)

1 Praise ye the Lord. Praise ye God in his Sanctuarie: prayse ye him in the firmament of his power.
2 Prayse ye him in his mightie Actes: prayse ye him according to his excellent greatnesse.
3 Prayse ye him in the sounde of the trumpet: prayse yee him vpon the viole and the harpe.
4 Prayse ye him with timbrell and flute: praise ye him with virginales and organs.
5 Prayse ye him with sounding cymbales: prayse ye him with high sounding cymbales.
6 Let euery thing that hath breath prayse the Lord. Prayse ye the Lord.

ermons Albert Mohler Alistair Begg Bret Capranica David Legge

David Strain Jason Robertson John MacArthur John Piper Mark Loughridge Michael Beasley

Paul Lamey Paul W. Martin Phil Johnson Phillip M. Way R.C. Sproul Steve Weaver

Grace be with you, and Peace from God our Father, and from the Lorde Jesus Christ.