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Works of Mrs Anne Steele

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Lord’s Day 25, 2017

Sunday··2017·06·18
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.” The people whom I formed for Myself Will declare My praise. —Isaiah 43:21 Desiring to Praise God. Anne Steele (1717–1778) Almighty author of my frame, To thee my vital pow’rs belong; Thy praise, (delightful, glorious theme!) Demands my heart, my life, my tongue. My heart, my life, my tongue are thine: Oh be thy praise their blest employ! But may my song with angels join? Nor sacred awe forbid the joy? Thy glories, the seraphic lyre On all its strings attempts in vain; Then how shall mortals dare aspire In thought, to try th’ unequal strain? Yet the great Sov’reign of the skies To mortals bends a gracious ear; Nor the mean tribute will despise, If offer’d with a heart sincere. Great God, accept the humble praise, And guide my heart, and guide my tongue, While to thy name I trembling raise The grateful, though unworthy song. —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. Tweets about "sermon from:thethirstytheo" !function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0],p=/^http:/.test(d.location)?'http':'https';if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src=p+"://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");

Lord’s Day 33, 2017

Sunday··2017·08·13
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.” Who is like the Lord our God, Who is enthroned on high, Who humbles Himself to behold The things that are in heaven and in the earth? —Psalm 113:5–6 Imploring Divine Influences. Anne Steele (1717–1778) My God, whene’er my longing heart Thy praiseful tribute would impart, In vain my tongue with feeble aim, Attempts the glories of thy name. In vain my boldest thoughts arise, I sink to earth and lose the skies; Yet I may still thy grace implore, And low in dust thy name adore. O let thy grace my heart inspire, And raise each languid, weak desire; Thy grace, which condescends to meet The sinner prostrate at thy feet. With humble fear let love unite, And mix devotion with delight; Then shall thy name be all my joy, Thy praise, my constant blest employ. Thy name inspires the harps above With harmony, and praise, and love; That grace, which tunes th’ immortal strings, Looks kindly down on mortal things. O let thy grace guide ev’ry song, And fill my heart and tune my tongue; Then shall the strain harmonious flow, And heav’n’s sweet work begin below. —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. Tweets about "sermon from:thethirstytheo" !function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0],p=/^http:/.test(d.location)?'http':'https';if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src=p+"://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");

Lord’s Day 40, 2017

Sunday··2017·10·01
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.” All the earth will worship You, And will sing praises to You; They will sing praises to Your name. —Psalm 66:4 Meditating on Creation and Providence. Anne Steele (1717–1778) I. Lord, when my raptur’d thought surveys Creation’s beauties o’er, All nature joins to teach thy praise, And bid my soul adore. II. Where’er I turn my gazing eyes, Thy radiant footsteps shine; Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise, And speak their source divine. III. The living tribes of countless forms, In earth, and sea, and air; The meanest flies, the smallest worms, Almighty pow’r declare. IV. All rose to life at thy command, And wait their daily food From thy paternal, bounteous hand, Exhaustless spring of good! V. The meads, array’d in smiling green, With wholesome herbage crown’d; The fields with corn, a richer scene, Spread thy full bounties round. VI. The fruitful tree, the blooming flow’r, In varied charms appear; Their varied charms display thy pow’r, Thy goodness all declare. VII. The sun’s productive quick’ning beams The growing verdure spread; Refreshing rains and cooling streams His gentle influence aid. VIII. The moon and stars his absent light Supply with borrow’d rays, And deck the sable veil of night, And speak their Maker’s praise. IX. Thy wisdom, pow’r, and goodness, Lord, In all thy works appear: And O let man thy praise record; Man, thy distinguish’d care. X. From thee the breath of life he drew; That breath thy pow’r maintains; Thy tender mercy ever new, His brittle frame sustains. XI. Yet nobler favours claim his praise, Of reason’s light possest; By revelation’s brighter rays Still more divinely blest. XII. Thy providence, his constant guard When threat’ning woes impend, Or will th’ impending dangers ward, Or timely succours lend. XIII. On me that providence has shone With gentle smiling rays; O let my lips and life make known Thy goodness, and thy praise. XIV. All bounteous Lord, thy grace impart; O teach me to improve Thy gifts with ever grateful heart, And crown them with thy love. —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. Tweets about "sermon from:thethirstytheo" !function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0],p=/^http:/.test(d.location)?'http':'https';if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src=p+"://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");

Lord’s Day 3, 2018

Sunday··2018·01·21
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.” Jesus came down with them and stood on a level place; and there was a large crowd of His disciples, and a great throng of people from all Judea and Jerusalem and the coastal region of Tyre and Sidon, who had come to hear Him and to be healed of their diseases; and those who were troubled with unclean spirits were being cured. And all the people were trying to touch Him, for power was coming from Him and healing them all. —Luke 6:17–19 The Great Physician. Luke vi. 19. I. Ye mourning sinners, here disclose Your deep complaints, your various woes; Approach, ’tis Jesus, he can heal The pains which mourning sinners feeLII. To eyes long clos’d in mental night, Strangers to all the joys of light, His word imparts a blissful ray: Sweet morning of celestial day!III. Ye helpless lame, lift up your eyes, The Lord, the Saviour bids you rise; New life and strength his voice conveys, And plaintive groans are chang’d for praise.IV. Nor shall the leper, hopeless lie Beneath the Great Physician’s eye; Sin’s deepest pow’r his word controuls, That fatal leprosy of souls.V. That hand divine, which can assuage The burning fever’s restless rage; That hand, omnipotent and kind, Can cool the fever of the mind.VI. When freezing palsy chills the veins, And pale, cold death, already reigns, He speaks; the vital pow’rs revive: He speaks, and dying sinners live.VII. Dear Lord, we wait thy healing hand; Diseases fly at thy command: O let thy sov’reign touch impart Life, strength, and health to ev’ry heart!VIII. Then shall the sick, the blind, the lame, Adore their Great Physician’s name; Then dying souls shall bless their God, And spread thy wond’rous praise abroad. —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. Tweets about #LordsDay from:thethirstytheo !function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0],p=/^http:/.test(d.location)?'http':'https';if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src=p+"://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");

Lord’s Day 9, 2018

Sunday··2018·03·04
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.” And the slave said, “Master, what you commanded has been done, and still there is room.” —Luke 14:22 Longing Souls Invited to the Gospel-Feast. Luke xiv. 22. I. Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, Behold a royal feast! Where mercy spreads her bounteous store, For ev’ry humble guest. II. See, Jesus stands with open arms; He calls, he bids you come: Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms; But see, there yet is room. III. Room in the Saviour’s bleeding heart: There love and pity meet; Nor will he bid the soul depart, That trembles at his feet. IV. In him, the Father reconcil’d Invites your souls to come; The rebel shall be call’d a child, And kindly welcom’d home. V. O come, and with his children taste The blessings of his love; While hope attends the sweet repast, Of nobler joys above. VI. There, with united heart and voice, Before th’ eternal throne, Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice, In ecstacies unknown. VII. And yet ten thousand thousand more, Are welcome still to come: Ye longing souls, the grace adore; Approach, there yet is room. —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. Tweets about #LordsDay from:thethirstytheo !function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0],p=/^http:/.test(d.location)?'http':'https';if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src=p+"://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");

Lord’s Day 15, 2018

Sunday··2018·04·15
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.” And Jesus returned to Galilee in the power of the Spirit, and news about Him spread through all the surrounding district. And He began teaching in their synagogues and was praised by all. And He came to Nazareth, where He had been brought up; and as was His custom, He entered the synagogue on the Sabbath, and stood up to read. And the book of the prophet Isaiah was handed to Him. And He opened the book and found the place where it was written, “The Spirit of the Lord is upon Me, Because He anointed Me to preach the gospel to the poor. He has sent Me to proclaim release to the captives, And recovery of sight to the blind, To set free those who are oppressed, To proclaim the favorable year of the Lord.” And He closed the book, gave it back to the attendant and sat down; and the eyes of all in the synagogue were fixed on Him. And He began to say to them, “Today this Scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.” —Luke 4:14–21; cf. Isaiah 61:1–2 Light and Deliverance. I. The weary trav’ller, lost in night, Breathes many a longing sigh, And marks the welcome dawn of light, With rapture in his eye. II. Thus sweet the dawn of heav’nly day Lost weary sinners find; When mercy with reviving ray, Beams o’er the fainting mind. III. To slaves oppress’d with cruel chains. How kind, how clear the friend, Whose gen’rous hand relieves their pains, And bids their sorrows end! IV. Thus kind, thus dear, that friend divine Who ransoms captive souls, Unbinds the cruel chains of sin, And all its pow’r controuls. V. Jesus, to thy soul-cheering light, My dawn of hope I owe; Once, wand’ring in the shades of night, And lost in hopeless woe. VI. ’Twas thy dear hand redeem’d the slave, And set the pris’ner free; Be all I am, and all I have, Devoted, Lord, to thee! VII. But stronger ties than nature knows, My grateful love confine; And ev’n that love, thy hand bestows, Which wishes to be thine. VIII. Here, at thy feet, I wait thy will, And live upon thy word: O give me warmer love and zeal, To serve my dearest Lord. —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. Tweets about #LordsDay from:thethirstytheo !function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0],p=/^http:/.test(d.location)?'http':'https';if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src=p+"://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");

Lord’s Day 26, 2018

Sunday··2018·07·01
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.” In peace I will both lie down and sleep, For You alone, O Lord, make me to dwell in safety. —Psalm 4:8 An Evening Hymn. I. Great God, to thee my ev’ning song With humble gratitude I raise: O let thy mercy tune my tongue, And fill my heart with lively praise. II. Mercy, that rich unbounded store, Does my unnumber’d wants relieve; Among thy daily, craving poor, On thy all-bounteous hand I live. III. My days unclouded, as they pass, And ev’ry gently rolling hour, Are monuments of wond’rous grace, And witness to thy love and pow’r. IV. Thy love and pow’r, (celestial guard) Preserve me from surrounding harms: Can danger reach me, while the Lord Extends his kind protecting arms ? V. My num’rous wants are known to thee, Ere my slow wishes can arise; Thy goodness measureless and free, Is ready still with full supplies. VI. And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart, Too oft regardless of thy love, Ungrateful, can from thee depart, And fond of trifles vainly rove. VII. When calm reflection finds a place, How vile this wretched heart appears! Let thy all-subduing grace Melt it in penitential tears. VIII. Seal my forgiveness in the blood Of Jesus: his dear name alone I plead for pardon, gracious God, And kind acceptance at thy throne. IX. Let this blest hope my eyelids close, With sleep refresh my feeble frame; Safe in thy care may I repose, And wake with praises to thy name. —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. Tweets about #LordsDay from:thethirstytheo !function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0],p=/^http:/.test(d.location)?’http’:’https’;if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src=p+"://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");

Lord’s Day 32, 2018

Sunday··2018·08·12
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.” 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. —Psalm 65:5—8 On a Stormy Night. I. Lord of the earth, and seas, and skies, All nature owns thy sovereign pow’r; At thy command the tempests rise, At thy command the thunders roar. II. We hear, with trembling and affright, The voice of heav’n, (tremendous sound!) Keen lightnings pierce the shades of night, And spread bright horrors all around. III. What mortal could sustain the stroke, Should wrath divine in vengeful storms, (Which our repeated crimes provoke,) Descend to crush rebellious worms? IV. These dreadful glories of thy name With terror would o’erwhelm our souls; But mercy dawns with kinder beam, And guilt and rising fear controuls. V. O let thy mercy on my heart With cheering, healing radiance shine; Bid ev’ry anxious fear depart, And gently whisper, Thou art mine. VI. Then safe beneath thy guardian care, In hope serene my soul shall rest; Nor storms nor dangers reach me there, In thee, my God, my refuge, blest. —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. Tweets about #LordsDay from:thethirstytheo !function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0],p=/^http:/.test(d.location)?’http’:’https’;if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src=p+"://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");

Lord’s Day 38, 2018

Sunday··2018·09·23
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.” Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light. —Matthew 11:28–30 Weary Souls Invited to Rest Mat. xi. 28. I. Come weary souls with sin distrest, The Saviour offers heav’nly rest; The kind, the gracious call obey, And cast your gloomy fears away. II. Oppress’d with guilt, a painful load, O come, and spread your woes abroad; Divine compassion, mighty love, Will all the painful load remove. III. Here mercy’s boundless ocean flows, To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes; Pardon, and life, and endless peace— How rich the gift! how free the grace! IV. Lord, we accept with thankful heart, The hope thy gracious words impart; We come with trembling, yet rejoice, And bless the kind inviting voice. V. Dear Saviour, let thy pow’rful love Confirm our faith, our fears remove, And sweetly influence ev’ry breast. And guide us to eternal rest. —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. Tweets about #LordsDay from:thethirstytheo !function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0],p=/^http:/.test(d.location)?’http’:’https’;if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src=p+"://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");

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