English poem
The Privileges of Saints by the Blood of JESUS. 1 John i. 7
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
My various Pow'rs, awake To sound redeeming Grace; To him, that wash'd us in his Blood, Ascribe eternal Praise.
What tho' our Guilt appears Dy'd in a Crimson Grain? The Stream, that flows from Jesus' Side, Shall purge away the Stain.
'Midst all our various Forms We in this Center meet; Our Hearts, cemented by his Blood, Shall taste Communion sweet.
Then let us walk in Light, Like Christ, whose Name we wear; And, as the Pledge of endless Bliss, Our Father's Image bear.
More by Philip Doddridge
- 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
- The Proclamation of GOD'S Name to Moses, or divine Mercy and Justice. Exod. xxxiv. 6,-8
- The Prosperity of the Church, the Life of a faithful Minister. 1 Thess. iii. 8
- The Rage of Enemies restrained, and overruled to the divine Glory. Psalm lxxvi. 10
- The recovered Daemoniack, an Emblem of a converted Sinner. Luke viii. 35