Philip Doddridge

Father of Peace, and God of love! We own Thy power to save, That power by which our Shepherd rose Victorious o'er the grave.

Ye servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of the heavenly word, And watchful at his gate.

O God of Bethel! by whose hand Thy people still are fed, Who through this weary pilgrimage Hast all our fathers led.

Hark, the glad sound! The Savior comes, The Savior promised long; Let every heart exult with joy, And every voice be song!

His goodness stands approved, Unchanged from day to day; I'll drop my burden at His feet, And bear a song away.

Dear Saviour! we are Thine, By everlasting bands; Our hearts, our souls, we would resign Entirely to Thy hands.

Religion, in its most general view, is such a Sense of God in the soul, and such a conviction of our obligations to him, and of our dependence upon him, as shall engage us to make it our great care to conduct ourselves in a manner which we …

Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve, And press with vigour on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.

Live while you live, the epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day; Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies. Lord, in my views, let both united be: I live in pleasure when …