English poem
The Christian's secret Feast. John iv. 32
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
We praise the LORD for heav'nly Bread, With which immortal Souls are fed: We praise Thee for that heav'nly Feast, Which Jesus with Delight could taste.
He, while he sojourn'd here below, Had Meat, which Strangers could not know: That Meat he to his People gives, And he that tastes the Banquet lives.
So let me live, sustain'd by Grace, Regal'd with Fruits of Righteousness: Enter my Heart, All-gracious LORD, And sup with me, and deck thy Board.
Devotion, Faith, and zealous Love, And Hope, that bears the Soul above, Be these my Dainties, till I rise, And taste the Joys of Paradise.
More by Philip Doddridge
- The Christian rejoicing in the Views of Death and Judgment. Rev. xxii. 20
- The Christian Scheme of Salvation worthy of GOD. Hebrews ii. 10
- The Christian Warrior animated and crowned. Rev. ii. 10
- The Christian's Life connected with that of CHRIST. John xiv. -19
- The Church built on a Rock, and secured against the Gates of Hell. Matt. xvi. 18
- The Church the Birth-place of the Saints, and GOD'S Care of it. Psalm lxxxvii. 5
- The Circumstances of CHRIST'S second Appearing. 2 Pet. iii. 11, 12
- The compleating of the spiritual Temple. Zech. iv. 7