William Cowper (Уильям Купер)

Olney Hymn 47. The Hidden Life

    To tell the Saviour all my wants,
        How pleasing is the task! 
    Nor less to praise Him when He grants
        Beyond what I can ask.

    My laboring spirit vainly seeks
        To tell but half the joy, 
    With how much tenderness He speaks,
        And helps me to reply.

    Nor were it wise, nor should I choose,
        Such secrets to declare; 
    Like precious wines their taste they lose,
        Exposed to open air.

    But this with boldness I proclaim,
        Nor care if thousands hear, 
    Sweet is the ointment of His name,
        Not life is half so dear.

    And can you frown, my former friends,
        Who knew what once I was, 
    And blame the song that thus commends
        The Man who bore the cross?

    Trust me, I draw the likeness true,
        And not as fancy paints; 
    Such honor may He give to you,
        For such have all His saints. 

1. Olney Hymn 28. Jesus Hasting to Suffer
2. Olney Hymn 18. Lovest Thou Me?
3. Olney Hymn 44. On Opening a Place for Social Prayer
4. Olney Hymn 32. The Shining Light
5. Olney Hymn 37. Temptation

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