English poem
The Faith of the Syrophenician Woman recommended. Matthew xv. 26, 27
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
ALL-conqu'ring Faith, how high it rose, When Heav'n itself might seem t'oppose! All-gracious Lord, who didst appear Most merciful, when most severe!
Thus at thy Feet our Souls would fall, And loudly thus for Mercy call; "Thou Son of David, Pity shew, "And save us from th' infernal Foe".
Tho' viler than the Brutes we be, Our longing Eyes would wait on thee, Who dost to Dogs this Grace afford To taste the Crumbs beneath thy Board.
But thou the humble Soul wilt raise, And all its Sorrows turn to Praise: Each self-abasing broken Heart Shall with thy Children share a Part.
More by Philip Doddridge
- The eternal Sabbath. Heb. iv. 9
- The evil Conscience purified by the Blood of JESUS. Heb. ix. 13, 14
- The Excellency of the Righteous, with Regard to their Relations, Employments, Pleasures, and Hopes…
- The Excellency of the Righteous, with Regard to their Temper. Prov. xii. 26. Part 1st
- The fatal Consequences of forsaking the Hope of Israel. Jerem. xvii. 13, 14
- The final Sentence, and Happiness of the Righteous. Matt. xxv. 34
- The final Sentence, and Misery of the Wicked. Matt. xxv. 41
- The Fountain of Life. Zech. xiii. 1