English poem
Comfort on the Death of pious Friends 1 Thess. iv. 17, 18
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
Transporting Tidings which we hear! What Musick to the pious Ear! Christ loves each humble Saint so well, He with his Lord shall ever dwell.
Blest Jesus, Source of ev'ry Grace, From far to view thy smiling Face, While absent thus by Faith we live, Exceeds all Joys, that Earth can give.
But O! what Extacy unknown Fills the wide Circle round thy Throne, Where ev'ry rapt'rous Hour appears Nobler than Millions of our Years!
Millions by Millions multiplied Shall ne'er thy Saints from thee divide; But the bright Legions live and praise Thro' all thine own immortal Days.
O happy Dead, in Thee that sleep, While o'er their mould'ring Dust we weep! O faithful Saviour, who shalt come That Dust to ransom from the Tomb!
While thine unerring Word imparts So rich a Cordial to our Hearts, Thro' Tears our Triumphs shall be shown, Tho' round their Graves, and near our own.
More by Philip Doddridge
- Christians begotten to GOD as the First-Fruits of his Creatures. James i. 18
- Christians quickened and raised by the Spirit. Rom. viii. 11
- Christians risen and exalted with CHRIST to heavenly Places. Eph. ii. 5, 6
- Christians, as risen with CHRIST, exhorted to seek Things above. Coloss. iii. 1
- Coming to CHRIST as a living Stone. 1 Pet. ii. 4, 5
- Communing with our Hearts. Psal. iv. 4
- Confederate Nations defied by those who sanctify GOD. Isaiah viii. 9-14
- Continuing in CHRIST'S Love. John XV. 9