English poem
Relieving CHRIST in his poor Saints. Matt. xxv. 40
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy Grace! Thy Bounties how compleat! How shall I count the matchless Sum? How pay the mighty Debt?
High on a Throne of radiant Light Dost Thou exalted shine; What can my Poverty bestow, When all the Worlds are Thine?
But thou hast Brethren here below, The Partners of thy Grace, And wilt confess their humble Names Before thy Father's Face.
In them Thou may'st be cloath'd, and fed, And visited, and chear'd, And in their Accents of Distress My Saviour's Voice is heard.
Thy Face with Rev'rence and with Love I in thy Poor would see; O let me rather beg my Bread, Than hold it back from Thee.
More by Philip Doddridge
- Reflections on the Disciples forsaking CHRIST, when he was betrayed. Matt. xxvi. -56
- Regard to Scripture pressed upon young Persons, that they may cleanse their Way. Psalm cxix. 9
- Rejoicing in an unseen Saviour. 1 Peter i. 8
- Rejoicing in our Covenant Engagements to GOD. 1 Chron. xv. 15
- Relishing the divine Goodness. Psalm xxxiv. 8, 9
- Room at the Gospel-Feast. Luke xiv. 22
- Salvation by Grace. Eph. ii. 5
- Satan and Death conquered by the Death of CHRIST. Heb. ii. 14, 15