English poem
MOSES'S View of the divine Glory. Exod. xxxiii. 18
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
With humble Pleasure, Lord, we trace The ancient Records of thy Grace; And our own Consolation draw From what thy Servant Moses saw.
May we behold thy Glory shine, With gentle Beams of Love divine; And hear thy secret Voice proclaim The various Wonders of thy Name.
If feeble Nature faint t' endure A Voice so sweet, a Ray so pure; Its Dissolution would delight, While Death would wear a Form so bright.
Death shall unvail that World above, Where the dear Children of thy Love, Attemper'd all to heavenly Day, Bear, and reflect th' immediate Ray.
More by Philip Doddridge
- Mary's Choice of the better Part. Luke x. -42
- Meditations on the Sepulchre in the Garden. John xix. 41
- Ministers a sweet Savour, whether of Life or Death. 2 Cor. ii. 15, 16
- Ministers comforted, that they may comfort others. 2 Cor. i. 4
- Moses's wise Choice. Heb. xi. 26
- Nearness to GOD thro' CHRIST. Eph. ii. 13
- Noah preserved in the Ark, and the Believer in CHRIST. 1 Pet. iii. 20, 21
- Of lamenting national Sins. Ezek. ix. 4-6