1 Lift up, ye saints, your weeping eyes,
Suspend your sorrows and your sighs;
Turn all your groans to joyful songs,
Which Jesus dictates to your tongues.
2 Thus saith the Savior from His throne,
"Behold all former things are gone,
Passed like an anxious dream away,
Chased by the golden beams of day.
3 "See in celestial pomp arrayed
A new-created world displayed;
Mark with what light its prospects shine!
How grand, how various, how divine!
4 "There Mine own gentle hand shall dry
Each tear from each o’erflowing eye,
And open wide My friendly breast
To lull the weary soul to rest.
5 "No more shall grief assail your heart,
No boding fear, no piercing smart;
For ever there My people dwell
Beyond the range of death and hell."
6 Vain King of Terrors, boast no more
Thine ancient wide-extended pow’r;
Each saint in life with Christ his head
Shall reign, when thou thyself art dead.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #13056
Philip Doddridge (b. London, England, 1702; d. Lisbon, Portugal, 1751) belonged to the Non-conformist Church (not associated with the Church of England). Its members were frequently the focus of discrimination. Offered an education by a rich patron to prepare him for ordination in the Church of England, Doddridge chose instead to remain in the Non-conformist Church. For twenty years he pastored a poor parish in Northampton, where he opened an academy for training Non-conformist ministers and taught most of the subjects himself. Doddridge suffered from tuberculosis, and when Lady Huntington, one of his patrons, offered to finance a trip to Lisbon for his health, he is reputed to have said, "I can as well go to heaven from Lisbon as from Nort… Go to person page >
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