Doddridge: A Prayer for Revival

Eternal, unchangeable Jehovah! Your perfections and glories will never change. Jesus your Son is “the same yesterday, today, and forever” (Hebrews 13:8).

The closer the eternal world gets, the more I must consider it. But sadly, my views, my affections, and my best intentions keep changing—just like my poor body.

Where do these changes come from, Lord? And what about the way my soul feels alienated from you?

Why can I not just come to you with the affection of a child, as I once did? Why do I avoid serving you? It was once my greatest pleasure. Now it seems like a burden.

Where is the blessing I once had? My joy in you as my Heavenly Father was so obvious that strangers could not miss it. My heart overflowed with so much love to you, and passion for serving you, that it felt like self-denial not to express it.

Where did I fall? You see me still, but I am not the same. I blush to see how cold and indifferent I have become.

When you see me in secret, you see me amusing myself with trivial things, when I used to spend my time serving you.

You see me coming into your presence as if I was forced. And when I am before you, my spirit is so empty that I hardly know what to say to you—though you are my God, and there could never be anything more important than time spent with you.

Even when I do speak with you, my prayer is cold and formal. What happened to the passion I once felt, the intense pursuit of you, O God?

And what happened to the wonderful rest I had in you, that feeling of just being happy to be near you—and my determination to never stray from your presence?

I am so far removed from that place. When my short devotions are over-—if you can even call them devotions— I forget about you for the longest time.

I am so barely animated by your love, or interested in serving you, that a stranger might talk with me for a long while and not have a clue that I knew you, or had even ever heard of you!

You call me to your house, Lord, on your own day. But my worship is heartless.

I present you with nothing more than my body. My thoughts and affections are engrossed in other things.I draw near you with my mouth, and honor you with my lips—but my heart is far from you (Isaiah 29:13).

You call me to your table, but my heart is so frozen, it hardly melts even at the fot of the cross. It hardly feels any power in the blood of Jesus.

I am such a wretched creature,unworthy of being called yours! Unworthy of a place among your children, even the lowest place in your family.

I am worthy to be cast out, forsaken, even utterly destroyed.

Is this the dedication I once promised you, and which you have so many reasons to expect?

Is this my response to your daily care? For the sacrifice of your Son, the presence of your Spirit, the pardon of my numberless sins? For the undeserved and so often forfeited hopes of eternal glory?

Lord, I am ashamed to stand or kneel before you. But pity me, I beg you, and help me. My soul lays itself in the dust before you. Give me life, according to your word (Psalm 119:25)!

Do not let me waste any more time—I am at the edge of a cliff!

Give me grace to turn toward your testimonies, without further delay, that I may keep your commandments (Psalm 119:59-60).

Search me, Lord, and try me. Get to the root of this disease which spreads itself over my soul, and heal me.

Show me my sin, Lord, that I may see its horror. Show me Jesus in such a light that I may look upon him and mourn, that I may look upon him and love (Zechariah 12:10).

May I awaken from this lethargy into which I am sinking, and may Christ give me a more abundant spiritual life than ever. Alive in him, let me recover the ground I have lost—and then gain yet more!

Send your Spirit on me to dwell in a temple consecrated to himself (1 Corinthians 3:16), and may he direct my holy and acceptable sacrifice of service (Romans 12:1).

May the incense be constant and fragrant! May the sacred fire burn and blaze perpetually (Leviticus 6:13)! And may none of its vessels ever be profaned by unholy or forbidden use. Amen.

-Philip Doddridge, Piercing Heaven, Robert Elmer Ed., 76-79.

Doddridge: Show Me the Way from Your Word

Blessed God, I humbly adore you as the great Father of lights, and the Giver of every good and every perfect gift (James 1:17).

I seek every blessing from you, and especially those which may lead me to yourself, and prepare me for the eternal enjoyment of you.

I adore you as the God who searches the hearts and tries the reins of the children of men (Jeremiah 17:10).

Search me, O God, and know my heart; try me, and know my thoughts. See if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting (Psalm 139:23-24).

May I be renewed in the spirit of my mind (Ephesians 4:24).

You give me a new heart, and place a new spirit within me (Ezekiel 34:26).

Make me a partaker of the divine nature (2 Peter 1:4), and as he who has called me is holy, may I be holy in all I say (1 Peter 1:15).

May the same mind be in me which was also in Christ Jesus (Philippians 2:5), and may I walk even as he walked (1 John 2:6).

Deliver me from being carnally-minded, which is death; and make me spiritually-minded, since that is life and peace (Romans 8:6).

And may I, while I pass through this world, walk by faith and not by sight (2 Corinthians 5:7) and be strong in faith, giving glory to God (Romans 4:20).

May your grace teach me to deny ungodliness and worldly lusts, and to live soberly, righteously, and godly (Titus 2:11-12).

Work in my heart the kind of godliness which is profitable for all things (1 Timothy 4:8).

Teach me by the influence of your blessed Spirit, to love you with all my heart, soul, mind, and strength (Mark 12:30).

May I yield myself to you, as alive from the dead (Romans 6:13) and present my body as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable in your sight, which is my most reasonable service (Romans 12:1)! Amen.

-Philip Doddridge, Piercing Heaven: Prayers of the Puritans, Robert Elmer Ed., 32.

Enoch’s Piety and Translation

Eternal God, our wondering souls
Admire Thy matchless grace;
That Thou wilt walk, that thou wilt dwell,
With Adam’s worthless race.

O lead me to that happy path,
Where I my God may meet;
Tho’ hosts of foes begird it round,
Tho’ briars wound my feet.

Cheer’d with Thy converse, I can trace
The desert with delight
Thro’ all the gloom one smile of Thine
Can dissipate the night.

Nor shall I thro’ eternal days
A restless pilgrim roam;
Thy hand, that now directs my course,
Shall soon convey me home.

I ask not Enoch’s rapt’rous flight
To realms of heav’nly day;
Nor seek Elijah’s fiery steeds
To bear this flesh away.

Joyful my spirit will content
To drop its mortal load;
And hail the sharpest pangs of death,
That break its ways to God.
Enoch’s Piety and Translation (Genesis 5:24; Hebrews 11:5)

-Philip Doddridge, Published 1755. Republished in The Hymns of Philip Doddridge, compiled by Graham C. Ashworth. Reformation Heritage Books, 2010. (hymn 1)

Rejoicing in Our Covenant Engagements to God

O happy day, that fixed my choice
On Thee, my Savior and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.

O happy bond, that seals my vows
To Him Who merits all my love!
Let cheerful anthems fill His house,
While to that sacred shrine I move.

’Tis done: the great transaction’s done!
I am the Lord’s and He is mine;
He drew me, and I followed on;
Charmed to confess the voice divine.

Now rest, my long divided heart,
Fixed on this blissful center, rest.
Here have I found a nobler part;
Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast.

High heaven, that heard the solemn vow,
That vow renewed shall daily hear,
Till in life’s latest hour I bow
And bless in death a bond so dear.

-Philip Doddridge, Published 1755.  Republished in The Hymns of Philip Doddridge, compiled by Graham C. Ashworth. Reformation Heritage Books, 2010. (hymn 23)

Do Not I Love Thee

Do not I love Thee, O my Lord?
Behold my heart and see;
And turn each cursed idol out,
That dares to rival Thee.

Do not I love Thee, O my Lord?
Then let me nothing love;
Dead be my heart to every joy,
When Jesus cannot move.

Is not Thy Name melodious still
To mine attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound
My Savior’s voice to hear?

Hast Thou a lamb in all Thy flock
I would disdain to feed?
Hast Thou a foe, before whose face
I fear Thy cause to plead?

Would not mine ardent spirit vie
With angels round the throne,
To execute Thy sacred will,
And make Thy glory known?

Would not my heart pour forth its blood
In honor of Thy Name?
And challenge the cold hand of death
To damp th’immortal flame?

Thou know’st I love Thee, dearest Lord,
But O, I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love Thee more!

 

-Philip Doddridge, Published 1755.  Republished in The Hymns of Philip Doddridge, compiled by Graham C. Ashworth. Reformation Heritage Books, 2010.

And Will the Judge Descend

And will the Judge descend,
And must the dead arise
And not a single soul escape
His all discerning eyes?

And from His righteous lips
Shall this dread sentence sound
And through the numerous guilty throng
Spread black despair around:

“Depart from Me, accursed,
To everlasting flame,
For rebel angels first prepared,
Where mercy never came”?

How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day
When earth and Heav’n before His face
Astonished shrink away?

But ere that trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead,
Hark from the Gospel’s cheering sound
What joyful tidings spread:

Ye sinners, seek His grace
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Fly to the shelter of His cross
And find salvation there.

-Philip Doddridge, pub­lished post­hu­mous­ly in Hymns Founde­d on Var­i­ous Texts in the Ho­ly Scrip­ture. By the Late Rev­er­end Phil­ip Dod­dridge, D. D., by Job Or­ton (J. Ed­dowes & J. Cot­ton: 1755).