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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HEAR US, IN THIS THY HOUSE, by PHILIP DODDRIDGE Poet's Biography First Line: Lord of the sabbath, hear us pray Last Line: And sleep in death, to rest with god. Subject(s): Jesus Christ | |||
Lord of the Sabbath, hear us pray, In this Thy house, on this Thy day; And own, as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from Thy servants rise. Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above; To that our lab'ring souls aspire, With ardent hope, and strong desire. No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place; No sighs shall mingle with the songs Which warble from immortal tongues. No rude alarms of raging foes; No cares to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun; But sacred, high, eternal noon. O long-expected day, begin; Dawn on these realms of woe and sin: Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death, to rest with God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREEN CHRIST by ANDREW HUDGINS MEDITATION ON SAVIORS by ROBINSON JEFFERS COMPANIONSHIP by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK TO A WREN ON CALVARY by LARRY LEVIS THE TRANSFIGURATION by EDWIN MUIR SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#3): 1. BEAST, PEACH.. by MARVIN BELL |
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