English poem
The innumerable Mercies of GOD thankfully acknowledged. Psalm cxxxix. 17, 18
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
In glad Amazement, LORD, I stand Amidst the Bounties of thy Hand; How numberless those Bounties are! How rich, how various, and how fair!
But O! what poor Returns I make! What lifeless Thanks I pay thee back! LORD, I confess with humble Shame, My Off'rings scarce deserve the Name.
Fain would my lab'ring Heart devise To bring some nobler Sacrifice: It sinks beneath the mighty Load. What shall I render to my GOD?
To him I consecrate my Praise, And vow the Remnant of my Days; Yet what at best can I pretend, Worthy such Gifts from such a Friend?
In deep Abasement, LORD, I see My Emptiness and Poverty: Enrich my Soul with Grace divine, And make it worthier to be thine.
Give me at length an Angel's Tongue, That Heav'n may eccho with my Song; The Theme, too great for Time, shall be The Joy of long Eternity.
More by Philip Doddridge
- 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
- The Iniquity of sacrificing GOD's Children; or The Evil of a bad or neglected Education. Ezek. xvi. 20…
- The Institution of a Gospel-Ministry from CHRIST. Eph. iv. 11, 12
- The Keys of Death and the unseen World in CHRIST'S Hand. Rev. i. 18
- The last Words of David. 2 Samuel xxiii. 1-8
- The Light of good Examples, the most effectual Way to glorify GOD. Matt. v. 16