
William Cowper
Olney Hymn 25 Jehovah Jesus
My song shall bless the Lord of all,
My praise shall climb to His abode;
Thee,
Saviour, by that name I call,
Olney Hymn 52 For The Poor
When Hagar found the bottle spent And wept o'er Ishmael,
A message from the Lord was sent To guide her to a well
Should not Elijah's cake and cruse Convince us at this day,
A gracious God will not refuse Provisions by the way
Stanzas On The Late Indecent Liberties Taken With The Remains Of The Great Milton
"Me too, perchance, in future days,
The sculptured stone shall show,
With Paphian myrtle or with
Parnassian on my brow
Olney Hymn 3 Jehovah-Rophi I Am the Lord That Healeth Thee
Heal us,
Emmanuel
here we are,
Waiting to feel Thy touch:
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 15 Praise For The Fountain Opened
There is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains
Love Pure And Fervent
Jealous, and with love o'erflowing,
God demands a fervent heart;
Grace and bounty still bestowing,
Calls us to a grateful part
Report Of An Adjudged Case
Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose,
The spectacles set them unhappily wrong;
The point in dispute was, as all the world knows,
To which the said spectacles ought to belong
To The Rev Mr Newton An Invitation Into The Country
The swallows in their torpid state Compose their useless wing,
And bees in hives as idly wait The call of early spring
The keenest frost that binds the stream, The wildest wind that blows,
Are neither felt nor fear'd by them, Secure...
Olney Hymn 43 Prayer For Patience
Lord, who hast suffer'd all for me,
My peace and pardon to procure,
The lighter cross I bear for Thee,
Help me with patience to endure
Boadicea An Ode
When the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, Sage beneath a spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief
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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