William Cowper Poems

The new-born child of gospel grace,
Like some fair tree when summer's nigh,
Beneath Emmanuel's shining face
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The new-born child of gospel grace,
Like some fair tree when summer's nigh,
Beneath Emmanuel's shining face
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The Lord receives his highest praise
From humble minds and hearts sincere;
While all the loud professor says
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Cowper had sinned with some excuse,
If, bound in rhyming tethers,
He had committed this abuse
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I thirst, but not as once I did,
The vain delights of earth to share;
Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid
That I should seek my pleasures there.
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Jesus! whose blood so freely stream'd
To satisfy the law's demand;
By Thee from guilt and wrath redeem'd,
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My song shall bless the Lord of all,
My praise shall climb to His abode;
Thee, Saviour, by that name I call,
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Fierce passions discompose the mind,
As tempests vex the sea,
But calm, content and peace we find,
When, Lord, we turn to Thee.
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The saints should never be dismay'd,
Nor sink in hopeless fear;
For when they least expect His aid,
The Saviour will appear.
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Thou magic lyre, whose fascinating sound
Seduced the savage monsters from their cave,
Drew rocks and trees, and forms uncouth around,
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