English poem
The peaceful State of the Soul, that trusteth in GOD. Isaiah xxvi. 3
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
Weary and weak and faint, I cast mine Eyes around; My Joints all tremble, and my Feet Sink deep in miry Ground.
Despairing Help below, To Heav'n I raise my Cries; GOD hears, and his almighty Arm Out-stretches from the Skies.
I on that Arm repose, And all my Fears are o'er; New Strength diffus'd thro' all my Soul Assists its vital Pow'r.
My Mind in perfect Peace Thy guardian Care shall keep: I'll yield to gentle Slumbers now, For thou canst never sleep.
Happy the Souls alone, On thee securely stay'd! Nor shall they be in Life alarm'd, Nor be in Death dismay'd.
More by Philip Doddridge
- The Nativity of Christ. Luke ii. 10-12
- The near Approach of Salvation, an Engagement to Diligence and Love. Rom. xiii. 11
- The obstinate Sinner alarmed. Proverbs xxix. 1
- The Paralytick at Bethesda. John v. 6
- The Penitent brought back from Pit. Job xxxiii. 27. 28
- The Pillar in GOD's heavenly Temple with its Inseription. Rev. iii. 12
- The Possibility of dying this Year. Jerem. xxviii. -16
- The present and future State of the Saint and Sinner compared. Luke xvi. 25