English poem
GOD comforting and rejoicing over Zion. Zeph. iii. 16, 17
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
Yes, 'tis the Voice of Love divine! And O! how sweet the Accents sound! Afflicted Zion, rise and shine, Fair Mourner, prostrate on the Ground.
The mighty GOD, thy glorious King, Tender to pity, strong to save, Hath sworn he will Salvation bring, Tho' Sorrow press thee to the Grave.
He all a Father's Pleasure knows To fold thee in his dear Embrace; His Heart with secret Joy o'erflows, And chearful Smiles adorn his Face.
At length the inward Extacy In heav'nly Musick breaks its Way ; Jehovah leads the Harmony, And Angels teach their Harps the Lay .
Fain would my Lips the Chorus join, And tell the list'ning World my Joys, But Condescension so divine In Silence swallows up my Voice.
More by Philip Doddridge
- Giving Glory to GOD, before Darkness comes upon us. Jerem. xiii. 16
- Glorying in GOD alone. Jerem. ix. 23, 24
- GOD adored for his Goodness, and his wonderful Works, to the Children of Men. Psalm cvii. 31
- GOD calling his Israel by Name, and leading them thro' Water and Fire. Isa. xliii. 1, 2
- GOD furnishing a Table in the Wilderness. Psalm lxxviii. 19. 20
- GOD insensibly withdrawn. Judges xvi. 20
- GOD intreated for Zion. Isaiah lxii. 6, 7
- GOD magnified by those that love his Salvation. Psalm xl. 16