Versos English Philip Doddridge GOD'S quickening the Dead. Isaiah xxvi. 19

English poem

GOD'S quickening the Dead. Isaiah xxvi. 19

by (1773–1832)

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The Ever-living GOD Th' expiring Church shall raise; Our Hearts his Promises receive, And wake a Shout of Praise.

Death shall not always reign, Where Grace hath fix'd its Throne; His soft Compassion views the Dust, He once hath call'd his own.

"Yes," saith the GOD of Truth, "My Dead shall live again; "The Foe shall see their Leader's Breath "Reanimate the Slain.

"The Dew of Heaven shall fall "In rich Abundance round, "And a redundant Harvest rise "To cloath the teeming Ground.

"Now from your Dust awake, "And burst into a Song; "Then spurn the Earth, and mount the Skies "In a triumphant Throng."

Thy Zion, LORD, believes A Promise so divine, And looks thro' all her flowing Tears To see the Glory shine.