English poem
The divine Goodness in moderating Affictions. Isaiah xxvii. 8
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
Great Ruler of all Nature's Frame, We own thy Pow'r divine: We hear thy Breath in ev'ry Storm, For all the Winds are thine.
Wide as they sweep their sounding Way, They work thy sov'reign Will; And aw'd by thy majestick Voice Confusion shall be still.
Thy Mercy tempers ev'ry Blast To them that seek thy Face; And mingles with the Tempest's Roar The Whispers of thy Grace.
Those gentle Whispers let me hear, Till all the Tumult cease; And Gales of Paradise shall lull My weary Soul to Peace.
More by Philip Doddridge
- 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
- The Disciples Joy at CHRIST'S Appearance to them after his Resurrection. John xx. 19, 20
- The Duty of remonstrating against Sin, when Judgments are threatned. Isaiah lviii. 1
- The Efficacy of GOD's Word. Jerem. xxiii. 29
- The Encouragement young Persons have to seek, and love CHRIST. Prov. viii. 17
- The Error of despising the Day of small Things. Zech. iv. 10