Dependence On God Poem by Maria Frances Cecilia Cowper
Dependence On God
THOUGH hearts were cool and wills perverse,
And every channel dry;
Exhaustless flow those heavenly springs
Which all my wants supply.
An all-foreseeing God provides,
Where I no prospect find;
And, guided by his hand, I leave
Darkness and woe behind.
Hope, from the everlasting hills,
On shining wing descends;
And Faith, pre-eminently bright,
Her sacred flight attends.
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