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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");

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