English poem
Hearing the Voice of GOD's Rod. Micah vi. 9
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
Attend, my Soul, with rev'rend Awe The Dictates of thy GOD; Silent and trembling hear the Voice Of his appointed Rod.
Now let me search and try my Ways, And prostrate seek his Face, Conscious of Guilt before his Throne In Dust my Soul abase.
Teach me, my GOD, what's yet unknown, And all my Crimes forgive; Those Crimes would I no more repeat, But to thy Honour live.
My wither'd Joys too plainly shew, That all on Earth is vain; In GOD my wounded Heart confides True Rest and Bliss to gain.
Father, I wait thy gracious Call, To leave this mournful Land, And bathe in Rivers of Delight, That flow at thy right Hand.
More by Philip Doddridge
- 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
- Having the Son, and having Life in him. 1 John v. 12
- Help obtained of GOD. Acts xxvi. 22
- Human Perfection no where to be found. Psalm cxix. 96
- Humbling ourselves under GOD's mighty Hand. 1 Pet. v. 6
- HYMN CCCLXII. A Morning HYMN, to be used at awaking and rising