English poem
The Humility and Submission of a Penitent. Ezek. xvi. 63
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
O Injur'd Majesty of Heav'n, Look from thy holy Throne, While prostrate Rebels own with Grief What Treasons they have done.
Thy Grace, where Sin abounded most, Reigns with superior Sway; And Pardons bought with Jesus' Blood To Rebels doth display.
While Love its grateful Anthems tunes, Tears mingle with the Song; My Heart with tender Anguish bleeds, That I such Grace should wrong.
How shall I lift these guilty Eyes To mine offended Lord? Or how, beneath his heaviest Strokes, Pronounce one murm'ring Word?
Remorse and Shame my Lips have seal'd; But O! my Father, speak; And all the Harmony of Heav'n Shall thro' the Silence break.
More by Philip Doddridge
- 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
- The Humiliation and Exaltation of GOD'S Israel. Isaiah xli. 14, 15
- The Immutability of CHRIST Heb. xiii. 8
- The Importance of being prepared for CHRIST'S second Appearing. 2 Pet. iii. 14
- The Impossibility of Prospering while we harden ourselves against GOD. Job ix. 4
- The impudent Rebellion of the Jewish Refugees at Pathros. Jer. xliv. 16, 17, 28