English poem
GOD'S speaking Peace to his People. Psalm lxxxv. 8
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
Unite, my roving Thoughts, unite In Silence soft and sweet: And thou, my Soul, sit gently down At thy great Sov'reign's Feet.
Jehovah's awful Voice is heard, Yet gladly I attend; For lo! the everlasting GOD Proclaims himself my Friend.
Harmonious Accents to my Soul The Sounds of Peace convey; The Tempest at his Word subsides, And Winds, and Seas obey.
By all its Joys, I charge my Heart To grieve his Love no more; But, charm'd by Melody divine, To give its Follies o'er.
More by Philip Doddridge
- GOD'S quickening the Dead. Isaiah xxvi. 19
- GOD's Readiness to give all Things argued from the Gift of his Son. Rom. viii. 32
- GOD'S reasonable Expectations from his Vineyard. Isaiah v. 1. 7
- GOD'S saying to the Soul, that he is its Salvation. Psalm xxxv. 3
- GOD'S stirring up the Spirit of CYRUS to redeem ISRAEL. Ezra i. 1. compared with Isaiah xlv. 1.-4
- GOD's strengthening the Souls of his praying People. Psalm cxxxviii. 3
- Gratitude the Spring of true Religion. Hosea xi. 4
- Growing in Grace, &c. 2 Pet. iii. 18