English poem
Quietness under Affliction a proper Acknowledgment of GOD. Psalm xlvi. 10
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
Peace, 'tis the LORD Jehovah's Hand, That blasts our Joys in Death; Changes the Visage once so dear, And gathers back our Breath.
'Tis he, the Potentate supreme Of all the Worlds above, Whose steady Counsels wisely rule, Nor from their Purpose move.
'Tis he, whose Justice might demand Our Souls a Sacrifice; Yet scatters with unwearied Hand A thousand rich Supplies.
Our Cov'nant GOD and FATHER he In CHRIST our bleeding LORD; Whose Grace can heal the bursting Heart With one reviving Word.
Fair Garlands of immortal Bliss He weaves for ev'ry Brow; And shall tumultuous Passions rise, If he correct us now?
Silent I own Jehovah's Name; I kiss thy scourging Hand; And yield my Comforts, and my Life To thy supreme Command.
More by Philip Doddridge
- Pressing on in the Christian Race. Phil. iii. 12-14
- Prisoners delivered from the Pit by the Blood of the Covenant. Zech. ix. 11
- Providential Bounties surveyed and improved. Matthew v. 45
- Providing Bags, that wax not old, &c. Luke xii. 33
- Rebels against CHRIST executed. Luke xix. 27
- Rebels against the supreme Sovereign admonished. Psalm lxvi. 7
- Reflections on our Waste of Years. Psal. xc. 9
- Reflections on the Disciples forsaking CHRIST, when he was betrayed. Matt. xxvi. -56