English poem
Prisoners delivered from the Pit by the Blood of the Covenant. Zech. ix. 11
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
Ye Pris'ners, who in Bondage lie, In Darkness and the Pit, Behold the Grace that sets us free, And to that Grace submit.
The Tidings of Deliv'rance hear, Confess the Cov'nant good, And bless the Ransom GOD hath found In our Emanuel's Blood.
Justice no more asserts its Claim Your forseit Lives to take; But smiling Mercy quick descends Your heavy Chains to break.
We walk at large, and sing the Hand, To which we Freedom owe; And drink those Rivers with Delight, Which thro' this Desart flow.
He, that hath Liberty bestow'd, Will give a Kingdom too; He, that hath loos'd the Bonds of Death, The Path of Life will show.
More by Philip Doddridge
- Praise for Recovery from Sickness. Psalm cxviii. 18, 19
- Praising GOD through the whole of our Existence. Psalm cxlvi. 2
- Preparing to meet GOD. Amos iv. 12, 13
- Pressing on in the Christian Race. Phil. iii. 12-14
- Providential Bounties surveyed and improved. Matthew v. 45
- Providing Bags, that wax not old, &c. Luke xii. 33
- Quietness under Affliction a proper Acknowledgment of GOD. Psalm xlvi. 10
- Rebels against CHRIST executed. Luke xix. 27