William Cowper Poems

Oh! to some distant scene, a willing exile
From the wild roar of this busy world,
Were it my fate with Delia to retire,
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Gracious Lord, our children see,
By Thy mercy we are free;
But shall these, alas! remain
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Oh how I love Thy holy Word,
Thy gracious covenant, O Lord!
It guides me in the peaceful way;
I think upon it all the day.
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They call thee rich -- I deem thee poor,
Since, if thou darest not use thy store,
But savest only for thine heirs,
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There is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
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No mischief worthier of our fear
In nature can be found
Than friendship, in ostent sincere,
But hollow and unsound,
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Hark my soul! it is the Lord;
'Tis Thy Saviour, hear His word;
Jesus speaks and speaks to thee,
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Hear what God the Lord hath spoken,
'O my people, faint and few,
Comfortless, afflicted, broken,
Fair abodes I build for you.
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Hast thou a friend? thou hast indeed
A rich and large supply.
Treasure to serve your every need,
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His master taken from his head,
Elisha saw him go;
And in desponding accents said,
'Ah, what must Israel do?'
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