English poem
The active Christian. Luke xii. 35-38
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
Ye Servants of the LORD, Each in his Office wait, Observant of his heav'nly Word, And watchful at his Gate.
Let all your Lamps be bright, And trim the golden Flame; Gird up your Loins, as in his Sight, For awful is his Name.
Watch, 'tis your Lord's Command; And while we speak, he's near: Mark the first Signal of his Hand, And ready all appear.
O happy Servant he In such a Posture found! He shall his Lord with Rapture see, And be with Honour crown'd.
Christ shall the Banquet spread With his own royal Hand, And raise that fav'rite Servant's Head Amidst th' angelick Band.
More by Philip Doddridge
- 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 Abounding of Iniquity, and Coldness of Christian Love. Matt. xxiv. 12
- 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
- The Backslider recollecting himself in his Afflictions. Hosea ii. 6, 7