English poem
The heavenly Inheritance made known by the Spirit. Eph. i. 18
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
Come, Thou celestial Spirit, come, And call my roving Passions home; To mine enlighten'd Eyes display The Heritage of heav'nly Day.
My GOD, that Heritage is Thine: How rich, how glorious, how divine! How far above all mortal Things, The little Pride of Courts and Kings.
Of endless Joy th' unbounded Store, Why is its Lustre known no more? Away, ye Mists of envious Night, That veil Salvation from my Sight!
Shine forth, Almighty Saviour, shine; Shew the bright World, and shew it mine; Then Paradise on Earth shall spring, And mortal Worms like Angels sing.
More by Philip Doddridge
- The Happiness and Security of CHRIST'S Sheep. John x. 28
- The Happiness of departing, and being with CHRIST. Phil. i. 23
- The Happiness of GOD'S Israel. Deut, xxxiii. 29
- The Heart purified to Love unfeigned by the Spirit. 1 Peter i. 22
- The High-Way to Zion. Isaiah xxxv. 8, 9, 10
- The holy City purified and guarded. Isaiah lii. 1, 2
- The holy Soul returning to its Restin a grateful Sense of divine Bounties. Psa. cxvi. 7
- The House and Feast of Wisdom. Prov. ix. 1,-6