English poem
The Gospel Treasure in earthen Vessels, 2 Cor. iv. 7
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
How rich thy Bounty, King of Kings! Thy Favours how divine! The Blessings which thy Gospel brings, How splendidly they shine!
Gold is but Dross, and Gems but Toys, Should Gold and Gems compare; How mean, when set against those Joys, Thy poorest Servants share?
Yet all these Treasures of thy Grace Are lodg'd in Urns of Clay; And the weak Sons of mortal Race Th' immortal Gifts convey.
Feebly they lisp thy Glories forth; Yet Grace the Vict'ry gives: Quickly they moulder back to Earth; Yet still thy Gospel lives.
Such Wonders Pow'r divine effects; Such Trophies GOD can raise; His Hand from crumbling Dust erects, Long Monuments of Praise.
More by Philip Doddridge
- The Goodness of GOD acknowledged in giving Pastors after his own Heart. Jerem. iii. 15
- The Goodness which GOD has wrought, and laid up for his People. Psal. xxxi. 19
- The Gospel first preached at Jerusalem. Luke xxiv.-47
- The Gospel Jubilee. Psalm lxxxix. 15. compared with Levit. xxv. and Isa. lxi. 2
- The Grace of CHRIST in ministring to Men, and dying for them. Matt. xx. 28
- The grand Scheme of the Gospel. Ephes. i. 9, 10, 11
- The great Journey. Job xvi. 22
- The Greatness and Majesty of GOD, and the Meanness of the Creatures. Isaiah xl. 15, 16, 17