Olney Hymn 19 Contentment
Fierce passions discompose the mind,
As tempests vex the sea,
But calm, content and peace we find,
When,
Lord, we turn to Thee.
In vain by reason and by rule We try to bend the will;
For none but in the Saviour's school Can learn the heavenly skill.
Since at His feet my soul has sate,
His gracious words to hear,
Contented with my present state,
I cast on Him my care. "Art thou a sinner, soul?" He said, "Then how canst thou complain?
How light thy troubles here, if weigh'd With everlasting pain! "If thou of murmuring wouldst be cured,
Compare thy griefs with mine!
Think what my love for thee endured,
And thou wilt not repine. "'Tis I appoint thy daily lot,
And I do all things well;
Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot,
And rise with me to dwell. "In life my grace shall strength supply,
Proportion'd to thy day;
At death thou still shalt find me nigh,
To wipe thy tears away." Thus I, who once my wretched days In vain repinings spent,
Taught in my Saviour's school of grace,
Have learnt to be content.(Phillipians, iv.11)
William Cowper
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Olney Hymn 60 Abuse Of The Gospel
Too many, Lord, abuse Thy grace In this licentious day, And while they boast they see Thy face, They turn their own away
Olney Hymn 12 Ephraim Repenting
My God, till I received Thy stroke, How like a beast was I So unaccustom'd to the yoke, So backward to comply
Olney Hymn 62 Dependence
To keep the lamp alive, With oil we fill the bowl; 'Tis water makes the willow thrive, And grace that feeds the soul The Lord's unsparing hand Supplies the living stream;
On Delia Bid Adieu My Sad Heart
Bid adieu, my sad heart, bid adieu to thy peace Thy pleasure is past, and thy sorrows increase; See the shadows of evening how far they extend, And a long night is coming, that never may end;