Versos English Philip Doddridge The Church built on a Rock, and secured against the Gates of Hell. Matt. xvi. 18

English poem

The Church built on a Rock, and secured against the Gates of Hell. Matt. xvi. 18

by (1773–1832)

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Now let the Gates of Zion sing, And challenge all her spiteful Foes: She triumphs in her Saviour King, In him, who from the Dead arose.

He is the Rock, on whom we rest, And firm on that Foundation stand; Divine Compassion fills his Breast, His Word is sure, and strong his Hand.

Hell and its Host may rage in vain; Vain are their Counsels, and their Pow'r; Grim Death may marshall all his Train, And boast the Conquest of an Hour.

Breathless and pale his Servants lie, And know their former Place no more; Their Children raise his Praises high, And o'er their Fathers Dust adore.

Their Fathers Dust the LORD shall raise, And burst the Barriers of the Grave; Parents and Children join his Praise, Who thro' Eternity can save.