William Cowper

(26 November 1731 – 25 April 1800 / Hertfordshire)

Hatred Of Sin - Poem by William Cowper

Holy Lord God! I love Thy truth,
Nor dare Thy least commandment slight;
Yet pierced by sin the serpent's tooth,
I mourn the anguish of the bite.

But though the poison lurks within,
Hope bids me still with patience wait;
Till death shall set me free from sin,
Free from the only thing I hate.

Had I a throne above the rest,
Where angels and archangels dwell,
One sin, unslain, within my breast,
Would make that heaven as dark as hell.

The prisoner sent to breathe fresh air,
And blest with liberty again,
Would mourn were he condemn'd to wear
One link of all his former chain.

But, oh! no foe invades the bliss,
When glory crowns the Christian's head;
One look at Jesus as He is
Will strike all sin forever dead.


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  • (9/12/2008 12:59:00 PM)


    Does anyone know the metre. That is what is the metrical code so that we can put a tune to it.

    That is LM, DSM, CM, DCM, SM, 44 44,10 10 10 10 etc
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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