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Anne Steele

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Depravity Meets Regeneration

Thursday··2016·04·14
How helpless, guilty nature lies, Unconscious of its load, The heart unchanged can never rise To happiness with God. The will perverse, the passions blind In paths of ruin astray, Reason debased can never find The safe, the narrow way. Can ought beneath the power divine My stubborn will subdue? ’Tis Thine, Almighty Savior, Thine, To form my heart anew. Oh, change these wretched hearts of ours And give them life divine, Then shall our passions and our powers, Almighty Lord, be Thine. —Anne Steele*, in John MacArthur, Kingdom Living: Here and Now (Moody, 1980), 18–19. * Erroneously attributed to Isaac Watts in Kingdom Living: Here and Now.

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");

Lord’s Day 44, 2018

Sunday··2018·11·04
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.” The afflicted and needy are seeking water, but there is none, And their tongue is parched with thirst; I, the Lord, will answer them Myself, As the God of Israel I will not forsake them. —Isaiah 41:17 Thirsting after God. Isaiah xli. 17. I. When fainting in the sultry waste, And parch’d with thirst extreme, The weary pilgrim longs to taste The cool, refreshing stream; II. Should, sudden, to his hopeless eye A crystal spring appear, How would th’ enliv’ning sweet supply His drooping spirits cheer! III. So longs the weary fainting mind, Oppress’d with sins and woes, Some soul-reviving spring to find, Whence heavenly comfort flows. IV. Thus sweet the consolations are, The promises impart; Here flowing streams of life appear, To ease the panting heart. V. O may I thirst for thee, my God, With ardent, strong desire; And still, through all this desart road, To taste thy grace aspire. VI. Then shall my prayer to thee ascend, A grateful sacrifice; My plaintive voice thou wilt attend, And grant me lull supplies. —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.

Lord’s Day 50, 2018

Sunday··2018·12·16
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.” Many are saying, “Who will show us any good?” Lift up the light of Your countenance upon us, O Lord! You have put gladness in my heart, More than when their grain and new wine abound. —Psalm 4:6–7 The Favour of God the Only Satisfying Good. Psalm iv. 6, 7. I. In vain the erring world inquires, For true substantial good: While earth confines their low desires, They live on airy food. II. Illusive dreams of happiness, Their eager thoughts employ; They wake, convine’d their boasted bliss Was visionary joy. III. Begone, ye gilded vanities; I seek some solid good; To real bliss my wishes rise, The favour of my God. IV. My God, to thee my soul aspires; Dispel the shades of night, Enlarge and fill these vast desires, With infinite delight. V. Immortal joy thy smiles impart, Heav’n dawns in ev’ry ray; One glimpse of thee will glad my heart, And turn my night to day. VI. Not all the good which earth bestows, Can fill the craving mind; Its highest joys are mingled woes, And leave a sting behind. VII. Should boundless wealth increase my store,— Can wealth my cares beguile? I should be wretched still, and poor Without thy blissful smile. VIII. Grant, O my God, this one request: Oh, be thy love alone My ample portion,—here I rest, For heav’n is in the boon. —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.

Lord’s Day 5, 2019

Sunday··2019·02·03
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.” As for me, I shall behold Your face in righteousness; I will be satisfied with Your likeness when I awake. —Psalm 17:15 The Transforming Vision of God. Psalm xvii. 15. I. My God, the visits of thy face Afford superior joy, To all the flatt’ring world can give, Or mortal hopes employ. II. But clouds and darkness intervene, My brightest joys decline, And earth’s gay trifles oft ensnare This wand’ring heart of mine. III. Lord, guide this wand’ring heart to thee: Unsatisfy’d I stray: Break thro’ the shades of sense and sin, With thine enlivening ray. IV. O let thy beams resplendent shine, And ev’ry cloud remove; Transform my pow’rs, and fit my soul For happier scenes above. V. There Jesus reigns! may I be cloath’d With his divine array; And when I close these eyes in death, Awake to endless day: VI. To endless day! to perfect life! To bliss without alloy! Where not the least faint cloud shall rise, To intercept the joy: VII. To view, unveil’d, thy radiant face, Thou everlasting fair! And, chang’d to spotless purity, Thy glorious likeness wear: VIII. To feast, with ever new delight, On uncreated good; And drink full satisfying draughts Of pleasure’s sacred flood. IX. O bliss too high for mortal thought! It awes, and yet inspires: Fain would my soul, unfetter’d, rise In more intense desires. X. Lord, raise my faith, my hope, my heart, To those transporting joys; Then shall I scorn each little snare, Which this vain world employs: XI. Then, though I sink in death’s cold sleep, I shall awake to bliss, And in the likeness of my God, Find endless happiness. —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.

Lord’s Day 11, 2019

Sunday··2019·03·17
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.” Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow. In the exercise of His will He brought us forth by the word of truth, so that we would be a kind of first fruits among His creatures. —James 1:17–18 God My Creator and Benefactor. I.   My Maker, and my King, To thee my all I owe; Thy sov’reign bounty is the spring From whence my blessings flow. II. Thou ever good, and kind, A thousand reasons move, A thousand obligations bind, My heart to grateful love. III. The creature of thy hand, On thee alone I live: My God, thy benefits demand More praise than life can give. IV. Oh! what can I impart, When all is thine before? Thy love demands a thankful heart, The gift, alas, how poor! V. Shall I withhold thy due? And shall my passions rove? Lord, form this wretched heart anew, And fill it with thy love. VI. O let thy grace inspire My soul with strength divine; Let all my pow’rs to thee aspire, And all my days be thine. —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.

Lord’s Day 17, 2019

Sunday··2019·04·28
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.” Bless the Lord, O my soul, And all that is within me, bless His holy name. Bless the Lord, O my soul, And forget none of His benefits; Who pardons all your iniquities, Who heals all your diseases; Who redeems your life from the pit, Who crowns you with lovingkindness and compassion; Who satisfies your years with good things, So that your youth is renewed like the eagle. The Lord performs righteous deeds And judgments for all who are oppressed. He made known His ways to Moses, His acts to the sons of Israel. The Lord is compassionate and gracious, Slow to anger and abounding in lovingkindness. He will not always strive with us, Nor will He keep His anger forever. He has not dealt with us according to our sins, Nor rewarded us according to our iniquities. For as high as the heavens are above the earth, So great is His lovingkindness toward those who fear Him. As far as the east is from the west, So far has He removed our transgressions from us. Just as a father has compassion on his children, So the Lord has compassion on those who fear Him. For He Himself knows our frame; He is mindful that we are but dust. As for man, his days are like grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourishes. When the wind has passed over it, it is no more, And its place acknowledges it no longer. But the lovingkindness of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear Him, And His righteousness to children’s children, To those who keep His covenant And remember His precepts to do them. The Lord has established His throne in the heavens, And His sovereignty rules over all. Bless the Lord, you His angels, Mighty in strength, who perform His word, Obeying the voice of His word! Bless the Lord, all you His hosts, You who serve Him, doing His will. Bless the Lord, all you works of His, In all places of His dominion; Bless the Lord, O my soul! —Psalm 103 Praise to God for the Blessings of Providence and Grace. I. Almighty Father, gracious Lord, Kind guardian of my days, Thy mercies, let my heart record In songs of grateful praise. II. In life’s first dawn, my tender frame Was thy indulgent care, Long ere I could pronounce thy name, Or breathe the infant pray’r. III. When reason with my stature grew, How weak her brightest ray! How little of my God I knew! How apt from thee to stray! IV. Around my path what dangers rose! What snares spread all my road! No pow’r could guard me from my foes But my preserver, God. V. When life hung trembling on a breath, ’Twas thy almighty love That sav’d me from impending death, And bad my fears remove. VI. How many blessings round me shone, Where’er I turn’d my eye! How many pass’d almost unknown, Or unregarded, by. VII. Each rolling year new favours brought From thy exhaustless store: But ah! in vain my lab’ring thought Would count thy mercies o’er. VIII. While sweet reflection, through my days Thy bounteous hand would trace; Still dearer blessings claim my praise, The blessings of thy grace. IX. Yes, I adore thee, gracious Lord, For favours more divine; That I have known thy sacred word, Where all thy glories shine. X. ’Tis here, I view with pleasing pain, How Jesus left the sky, (Almighty love! surprizing scene!) For man, lost man, to die. XI. When blest with that transporting view, That Jesus died for me, For this sweet hope what praise is due, O God of grace, to thee! XII. And may I hope that Christ is mine? That source of ev’ry bliss, That noblest gift of love divine— What wond’rous grace is this! XIII. My highest praise, alas, how poor! How cold my warmest love! Dear Saviour, teach me to adore As angels do above. XIV. But frail mortality in vain Attempts the blissful song; The high, the vast, the boundless strain, Claims an immortal tongue. XV. Lord, when this mortal frame decays, And ev’ry weakness dies, Complete the wonders of thy grace, And raise me to the skies. XVI. Then shall my joyful pow’rs unite, In more exalted lays, And join the happy sons of light, In everlasting praise. —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.

Lord’s Day 24, 2019

Sunday··2019·06·16
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.” The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters. He restores my soul; He guides me in the paths of righteousness For His name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You have anointed my head with oil; My cup overflows. Surely goodness and lovingkindness will follow me all the days of my life, And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. —Psalm 23 Christ the Way to Heaven. I. Jesus, the spring of joys divine. Whence all my hopes and comforts flow; Jesus, no other name but thine Can save me from eternal woe. II. In vain would boasting reason find The way to happiness and God; Her weak directions leave the mind Bewilder’d in a dubious road. III. No other name will heav’n approve; Thou art the true, the living way, (Ordain’d by everlasting love,) To the bright realms of endless day. IV. Here let my constant feet abide, Nor from the heav’nly path depart; O let thy spirit, gracious guide, Direct my steps, and cheer my heart. V. Safe lead me through this world of night, And bring me to the blissful plains, The regions of unclouded light, Where perfect joy for ever reigns. —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.

Lord’s Day 30, 2019

Sunday··2019·07·28
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.” Simon Peter answered Him, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have words of eternal life.” —John 6:68 Life and Safety in Christ Alone. John vi. 68. I. Thou only sovereign of my heart, My refuge, my almighty friend,— And can my soul from thee depart, On whom alone my hopes depend? II. Whither, ah! whither shall I go, A wretched wand’rer from my Lord? Can this dark world of sin and woe One glimpse of happiness afford? III. Eternal life thy words impart, On these my fainting spirit lives; Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart, Than all the round of nature gives. IV. Let earth’s alluring joys combine, While thou art near, in vain they call; One smile, one blissful smile of thine, My dearest Lord, outweighs them all. V. Thy name my inmost pow’rs adore, Thou art my life, my joy, my care: Depart from thee—’tis death,—’tis more, Tis endless ruin, deep despair. VI. Low at thy feet my soul would lie, Here safety dwells, and peace divine; Still let me live beneath thine eye, For life, eternal life is thine. —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.

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