English poem
The Cup of Fury exchanged for the Cup of Blessings. Isaiah li. 22
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
The LORD, our LORD, how rich his Grace! What Stores of sov'reign Love For humble Souls, that seek his Face, And to his Footstool move!
He pleads the Cause of all his Saints, When Foes against them rise; He listens to their sad Complaints, And wipes their streaming Eyes.
He takes away that dreadful Cup Of Fury and of Plagues, Which Justice sentenc'd them to drink, And wring the bitter Dregs.
He gave it to their Saviour's Hand, And fill'd it to the Brim; Their Saviour drank the liquid Death, That they might live by him.
"Now take the Cup of Life, he cries, "Where heav'nly Blessings flow: "Drink deep, nor fear to drain the Spring, "To which the Draught ye owe".
We drink, and feel our Life renew'd, And all our Woes forget: We drink, till that transporting Hour, When we our Lord shall meet.
More by Philip Doddridge
- 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
- The Conquest of Death and Grief by Views of the heavenly State. Rev. xxi. 4
- The Day approaching, a Motive to Love and Worship. Heb. x. 24. 25
- The Days of the Upright known to GOD, and their everlasting Inheritance. Psalm xxxvii. 18
- The Descent of the Spirit, or his Influences desired. Acts x. 44
- The different Views of good and bad Men in Times of publick Danger. Isaiah xxxiii. 14-17