Text: | The Effects of the Fall lamented |
Author: | Dr. Doddridge |
1 Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise,
To torrents melt my streaming eyes;
And thou, my heart, with anguish feel
Those evils which thou canst not heal.
2 See human nature sunk in shame;
See scandals pour'd on Jesus' name:
The Father wounded through the son;
The world abus'd; the soul undone.
3 See the short course of vain delight
Closing in everlasting night;—
In flames that no abatement know,
Tho' briny tears for ever flow.
4 My God, I feel the mournful scene;
My bowels yearn o'er dying men;
And fain my pity would reclaim,
And snatch the firebrands from the flame.
5 But feeble my compassion proves,
And can but weep, where most it loves;
Thy own all-saving arm employ,
And turn these drops of grief to joy.
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First Line: | Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise |
Title: | The Effects of the Fall lamented |
Author: | Dr. Doddridge |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; |
Topic: | The Fall; Fall of man: Lamented; Everlasting misery of Hell(1 more...) |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |