William Cowper 8,8,8,8 Peace after a storm. When darkness long has veiled my mind, And smiling day once more appears; Then, my Redeemer, then I find The folly of my doubts and fears. Strait I upbraid my wand'ring heart, And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part, Or harbor one hard thought of thee! O! let me then at length be taught What I am still so slow to learn; That God is love, and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn, Sweet truth, and easy to repeat! But when my faith is sharply tried, I find myself a learner yet, Unskillful, weak, and apt to slide. But, O my LORD, one look from thee Subdues the disobedient will; Drives doubt and discontent away, And thy rebellious worm is still. Thou art as ready to forgive, As I am ready to repine; Thou, therefore, all the praise receive, Be shame, and self-abhorrence, mine. |