English poem
I. Enoch's Piety and Translation, Genesis V. 24. Hebrews XI. 5
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
Eternal GOD, our wond'ring Souls Admire thy matchless Grace; That thou wilt walk, that thou wilt dwell, With Adam's worthless Race.
O lead me to that happy Path, Where I my GOD may meet; Tho' Hosts of Foes begird it round, Tho' Briars wound my Feet.
Chear'd with thy Converse I can trace The Desart with Delight: Thro' all the Gloom one Smile of thine Can dissipate the Night.
Nor shall I thro' eternal Days A restless Pilgrim roam: Thy Hand, that now directs my Course, Shall soon convey me home.
I ask not Enoch's rapt'rous Flight To Realms of heav'nly Day: Nor seek Elijah's fiery Steeds, To bear this Flesh away.
Joyful my Spirit will consent To drop its mortal Load, And hail the sharpest Pangs of Death, That break its Way to GOD.
More by Philip Doddridge
- 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
- HYMN CLXXIV. The Ax laid to the Root of unfruitful Trees, Matthew iii. 10
- Inconstancy in Religion. Hosea vi. 4
- Invitation to return to the LORD, and put away Abominations. Jerem. iv. 1, 2
- Isaiah's Obedience to the heavenly Vision. Isaiah vi. 8
- ISRAEL and AMALEK. Exodus xvii. 11