English poem
The Abounding of Iniquity, and Coldness of Christian Love. Matt. xxiv. 12
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
Alas for Britain, and her Sons! What hath she not to fear? The Sins, that ruin'd Salem once, O how triumphant here!
Alas the strong o'erflowing Tide! How fiercely doth it rage! And each foreboding Symptom joins In terrible Presage.
Yet who hath Eyes that can discern? Or who an Ear to hear? Whose Heart is trembling for the Ark, Or for his Country dear?
Cold is the Love of christian Breasts, If christian Breasts remain; And dying the last Sparks of Zeal, Or its last Efforts vain.
Of Britain, oft chastis'd and sav'd, What shall the End be found? Shall not the Sword, that waves so long, Inflict the deeper Wound?
O stay thine Arm, All-gracious GOD; Thy Spirit largely pour; He can the Streams of Guilt restrain, And dying Love restore.
More by Philip Doddridge
- TEKEL; or The Sinner weighed in GOD's Balances, and found wanting. Daniel v. 27
- Thanks for being made meet for the heavenly Inheritance. Coloss. i. 12
- Thanks to GOD for his ever-enduring Goodness. Psalm cxxxvi. 1
- Thanksgiving for National Deliverance, and Improvement of it
- The active Christian. Luke xii. 35-38
- The Angel's Reply to the Women, that sought CHRIST. Matt. xxviii. 5, 6
- The Apostles and Christians chosen by CHRIST to bring forth permanent Fruit. John xv. 16
- The attractive Influence of a crucified Saviour. John xii. 32