English poem
GOD the Dwelling-Place of his People thro' all Generations. Psalm xc. 1
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
Thou, LORD, thro' ev'ry changing Scene Hast to thy Saints a Refuge been: Thro' ev'ry Age, Eternal GOD, Their pleasing Home, their safe Abode.
In thee our Fathers sought their Rest; In thee our Fathers still are blest; And, while the Tomb confines their Dust, In thee their Souls abide, and trust.
Lo, we are ris'n, a feeble Race, A while to fill our Fathers Place; Our helpless State with Pity view, And let us share their Refuge too.
Thro' all the thorny Paths we trace In this uncertain Wilderness, When Friends desert, and Foes invade, Revive our Heart, and guard our Head.
So when this Pilgrimage is o'er, And we must dwell in Flesh no more, To thee our sep'rate Souls shall come, And find in thee a surer Home.
To thee our Infant Race we leave; Them may their Father's GOD receive; That Voices yet unform'd may raise Succeeding Hymns of humble Praise.
More by Philip Doddridge
- GOD shining into the Heart. 2 Cor. iv. 6
- GOD supplying the Necessities of his People. Phil. iv. 19, 20
- GOD the Author of Consolation. 2 Cor. vii. 6
- GOD the Defence of his People from invading Enemies. Isaiah xxxiii. 21-23
- 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
- GOD waiting to be gracious. Isaiah xxx. 18
- GOD's afflicted Poor trusting in his Name. Zephaniah iii. 12