English poem
Gratitude the Spring of true Religion. Hosea xi. 4
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
My GOD, what silken Cords are thine! How soft, and yet how strong! While Pow'r and Truth and Love combine To draw our Souls along.
Thou saw'st us crush'd beneath the Yoke Of Satan and of Sin: Thy Hand the Iron-Bondage broke Our worthless Hearts to win.
The Guilt of twice ten thousand Sins One Moment takes away; And Grace, when first the War begins, Secures the crowning Day.
Comfort thro' all this Vale of Tears In rich Profusion flows, And Glory of unnumber'd Years Eternity bestows.
Drawn by such Cords we onward move, Till round thy Throne we meet; And, Captives in the Chains of Love, Embrace our Conqu'ror's Feet.
More by Philip Doddridge
- GOD'S saying to the Soul, that he is its Salvation. Psalm xxxv. 3
- GOD'S speaking Peace to his People. Psalm lxxxv. 8
- 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
- Growing in Grace, &c. 2 Pet. iii. 18
- Having the Son, and having Life in him. 1 John v. 12
- Hearing the Voice of GOD's Rod. Micah vi. 9
- Help obtained of GOD. Acts xxvi. 22