English poem
CHRIST our Forerunner, and the Foundation of our Hope. Heb. vi. 19, 20
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
Jesus the Lord our Souls adore, A painful Suff'rer now no more; High on his Father's Throne he reigns O'er Earth, and Heav'n's extensive Plains.
His Race for ever is compleat; For ever undisturb'd his Seat; Myriads of Angels round him fly, And sing his well-gain'd Victory.
Yet 'midst the Honours of his Throne, He joys not for himself alone; His meanest Servants share their Part, Share in that royal tender Heart.
Raise, raise, my Soul, thy raptur'd Sight With sacred Wonder and Delight; Jesus thine own Forerunner see Enter'd beyond the Veil for thee.
Loud let the howling Tempest yell, And foaming Waves to Mountains swell, No Shipwreck can my Vessel fear, Since Hope hath fix'd its Anchor here.
More by Philip Doddridge
- CHRIST ascending to his Father and GOD, and ours. John xx. 17
- CHRIST ever present with his Ministers and Churches. Matt. xxviii. -20
- CHRIST exalted to be a Prince and a Saviour. Acts v. 31
- CHRIST glorified and admired in his Saints at the great Day. 2 Thess. i. 10
- CHRIST our Wisdom, Righteousness, Sanctification, and Redemption. 1 Corinth. i. 30, 31
- CHRIST sanctifying himself, that his People may be sanctified. John xvii. 19
- CHRIST seen of Angels. 1 Tim. iii. 16
- CHRIST the Door. John x. 9