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William Cowper
(1731–1800)
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A
Almighty King! whose wond’rous hand
As birds their infant brood protect
B
Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth
By whom was David taught
D
Dear Lord accept a sinful heart
E
Ere GOD had built the mountains
F
Far from the World, O Lord I flee
Fierce passions discompose the mind
G
God gives his mercies to be spent
God moves in a mysterious way
God of my life, to thee I call
Grace, triumphant in the throne
Gracious Lord, our children see
H
Hark, my soul! it is the Lord
Heal us, Emmanuel, here we are
Hear what God the Lord hath spoken
His master taken from his head
Holy Lord God! I love thy truth
Honor and happiness unite
How blest thy creature is, O God!
I
Israel in ancient days
I thirst, but not as once I did
I was a groveling creature once
I will praise thee ev’ry day
J
Jesus, where’er thy people meet
Jesus, whose blood so freely stream’d
L
Lord! I love the Habitation
Lord my soul with pleasure springs
Lord, who hast suffer’d all for me
M
My former hopes are fled
My God! how perfect are thy ways!
My God! till I receiv’d thy stroke
My song shall bless the Lord of all
My soul is sad and much dismay’d
N
No strength of nature can suffice
O
Of all the gifts thine hand bestows
O God, whose favorable eye
Oh for a closer Walk with God
O how I love thy holy Word
O Lord, my best desire fulfill
O that those lips had language! Life has pass’d
S
Sin enslav’d me many years
Sin has undone our wretched race
Sometimes a light surprizes
Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade
T
The billows swell, the winds are high
The Lord proclaims his grace abroad!
The Lord receives his highest praise
The Lord will happiness divine
The new-born child of gospel-grace
There is a fountain fill’d with blood
The rose had been wash’d, just wash’d in a shower
The saints should never be dismay’d
The Saviour hides his face!
The Saviour! what a noble flame
The Spirit breathes upon the word
The twentieth year is well-nigh past
This is the feast of heav’nly wine
Thy mansion is the christian’s heart
Tis my happiness below
To Jesus, the Crown of my Hope
To keep the lamp alive
Too many Lord, abuse thy grace
To tell the Saviour all my wants
To those who know the Lord I speak
W
What thousands never knew the road!
What various hind’rances we meet
When darkness long has veil’d my mind
When Hagar found the Bottle spent
Winter has a joy for me
Write to Sardis, saith the Lord
Y
Ye sons of earth prepare the plough
