William Cowper

(26 November 1731 – 25 April 1800 / Hertfordshire)

O Lord, I Will Praise Thee - Poem by William Cowper

(Isaiah, xii.1)

I will praise Thee every day
Now Thine anger's turn'd away;
Comfortable thoughts arise
From the bleeding sacrifice.

Here, in the fair gospel-field,
Wells of free salvation yield
Stream of life, a plenteous store,
And my soul shall thirst no more.

Jesus is become at length
My salvation and my strength;
And His praises shall prolong,
While I live, my pleasant song.

Praise ye, then, His glorious name,
Publish His exalted fame!
Still His worth your praise exceeds;
Excellent are all His deeds.

Raise again the joyful sound.
Let the nations roll it round!
Zion, shout! for this is He;
God the Saviour dwells in thee.

Comments about O Lord, I Will Praise Thee by William Cowper

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (3/16/2016 1:45:00 PM)

    Wonderful prayer, from the prayer master (Report) Reply

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  • (3/16/2016 6:37:00 AM)

    A marvelous Prayer of the Creator with His praise. Thanks for sharing here. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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