English poem
Our Desire and Groaning before GOD, when proceeding from the greatest Distress. Psal. xxxviii. 9. 10
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
My Soul, the awful Hour will come, Apace it passeth on To bear this Body to the Tomb, And thee to Scenes unknown.
My Heart, long lab'ring with its Woes, Shall pant and sink away; And you, my Eye-lids, soon shall close On the last glim'ring Ray.
Whence in that Hour shall I receive A Cordial for my Pain, When, if Earth's Monarchs were my Friends, Those Friends would weep in vain?
Great King of Nature, and of Grace, To thee my Spirit flies, And opens all its deep Distress Before thy pitying Eyes.
All its Desires to thee are known, And ev'ry secret Fear, The Meaning of each broken Groan Well notic'd by thine Ear.
O fix me by that mighty Pow'r, Which to such Love belongs, Where Darkness veils the Eye no more, And Groans are chang'd to Songs.
More by Philip Doddridge
- 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
- On Recovery from Sickness, during which, much of the divine Favour had been experienced
- Our Prayers effectual, when we abide in CHRIST, and his Word abideth in us. John xv. 8
- Pardon spoken by CHRIST. Matthew ix. -2
- Paul preaching and Felix trembling. Acts xxiv. 25
- Paul's Sollicitude to finish his Course with Joy. Acts xx. 24