English poem
GOD the Author of Consolation. 2 Cor. vii. 6
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
The LORD, how rich his Comforts are! How wide they spread! How high they rise! He pours in Balm to bleeding Hearts, And wipes the Tears from flowing Eyes.
I have no Hope, my Spirit cried, Just trembling on the Brink of Hell; I am thy Hope, the LORD replied, My Love secures its Fav'rites well.
My grateful Soul shall speak his Praise, Who turns its Tremblings into Songs; And those that mourn shall learn from me, Salvation to our GOD belongs.
More by Philip Doddridge
- GOD intreated for Zion. Isaiah lxii. 6, 7
- GOD magnified by those that love his Salvation. Psalm xl. 16
- GOD shining into the Heart. 2 Cor. iv. 6
- GOD supplying the Necessities of his People. Phil. iv. 19, 20
- GOD the Defence of his People from invading Enemies. Isaiah xxxiii. 21-23
- GOD the Dwelling-Place of his People thro' all Generations. Psalm xc. 1
- GOD the everlasting Light of the Saints above. Isaiah lx. 20
- GOD the Happiness of his People, and their Support in the extremest Distress. Psalm lxxiii. 25, 26