Philip Doddridge Poems

Fountain of good, to own thy love
Our thankful hearts incline;
What can we render, Lord, to Thee,
When all the worlds are thine?
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Great God! we sing that mighty hand
By which supported still we stand;
The opening year thy mercy shows;
Thy mercy crowns it till its close.
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Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long!
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
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O God of Bethel! by whose hand
Thy people still are fed;
Who through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led.
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