Versos English Philip Doddridge Laying hold on GOD'S Strength, that we may be at Peace with him. Isaiah xxvii. 5

English poem

Laying hold on GOD'S Strength, that we may be at Peace with him. Isaiah xxvii. 5

by (1773–1832)

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Thus saith Jehovah from his Seat, "Who shall presume my Wrath to meet? "What Rebel-Men or Angels dare "To wage with me unequal War?

"Close let the Thorns and Briars stand "In thick Array on either Hand; "Forth shall my flaming Terrors fly; "At once they kindle, blaze and dye.

"Presumptuous Sinners, yet be wise "E'er this o'erwhelming Ruin rise; "Your vain tumultuous Efforts cease, "And seek in suppliant Crouds for Peace".

Great GOD, we bless the gentle Sound, And bow submissive to the Ground; Thy prostrate Foes let Pity raise, And form a People to thy Praise.

His thund'ring Storms are silent now; Calm are the Terrors of his Brow, Since Jesus makes the Father known, Our guardian Shield, our chearing Sun.