English poem
CHRIST the Head of the Church. Eph. iv. 15, 16
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
Jesus, I sing thy matchless Grace, That calls a Worm thine own; Gives me among thy Saints a Place To make thy Glories known.
Allied to Thee our vital Head, We act, and grow, and thrive: From Thee divided, each is dead, When most he seems alive.
Thy Saints on Earth, and those above Here join in sweet Accord; One Body all in mutual Love, And Thou, our common Lord.
O may my Faith each Hour derive Thy Spirit with Delight; While Death and Hell in vain shall strive This Bond to disunite.
Thou the whole Body wilt present Before thy Father's Face; Nor shall a Wrinkle or a Spot Its beauteous Form disgrace.
More by Philip Doddridge
- 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
- CHRIST the First and the Last, humbled Death, and exalted to an eternal Triumph over it. Revelation i…
- CHRIST the Root and Offspring of David, and the Morning-Star. Rev. xxii -16
- CHRIST the Steward of GOD'S Family. Isaiah xxii. 22-24. compared with Revel. iii. 7
- CHRIST the Sun of Righteousness. Malachi iv. 2
- CHRIST'S Care of Ministers and Churches. Rev. ii. 1