English poem
Satan's Strong-Holds cast down by the Gospel. 2 Cor. x. 4, 5
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
Shout, for the Battlements are fall'n, Which Heav'n itself defy'd! Th' aspiring Tow'rs, dismantled all, Now spread their Ruins wide!
Thy wondrous Trumpets, Prince of Peace, Sent forth their mighty Sound; The Strength of Jericho was struck, And totter'd to the Ground .
No more proud Reas'nings shall dispute What Truth divine declares; No more Self-Righteousness to plead Its own Perfection dares.
No Strength our ruin'd Pow'rs can boast Thy Precepts to fulfill: No Liberty we ask or wish For our rebellious Will.
The Gates we open to admit The Saviour's gentle Sway: Blest Jesus, 'tis thy Right to reign, Our Pleasure to obey.
Each Thought in sweet Subjection held Thy sov'reign Pow'r shall own; And ev'ry Traitor shall be slain, That dares dispute the Throne.
More by Philip Doddridge
- 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
- Searching and trying our Ways. Lament. iii. 40
- Secret Prayer. Matthew vi. 6
- Seeking first the Kingdom of GOD, &c. Matthew vi. 33
- Seeking to GOD for the Communication of his Spirit. Ezek. xxxvi. 37