William Cowper (Уильям Купер)

Olney Hymn 39. The Valley of the Shadow of Death

My soul is sad, and much dismay'd;
    See, Lord, what legions of my foes, 
With fierce Apollyon at their head,
    My heavenly pilgrimage oppose.

See, from the ever-burning lake,
    How like a smoky cloud they rise! 
With horrid blasts my soul they shake,
    With storms of blasphemies and lies.

Their fiery arrows reach the mark,
    My throbbing heart with anguish tear; 
Each lights upon a kindred spark,
    And finds abundant fuel there.

I hate the thought that wrongs the Lord;
    Oh! I would drive it from my breast, 
With Thy own sharp two-edged sword,
    Far as the east is from the west.

Come, then, and chase the cruel host,
    Heal the deep wounds I have received! 
Nor let the power of darkness boast
    That I am foil'd, and Thou art grieved!

1. Olney Hymn 4. Jehovah-Nissi. The Lord My Banner
2. Olney Hymn 17. The House of Prayer
3. Olney Hymn 13. The Covenant
4. An Ode, on Reading Mr. Richardson's History of Sir Charles Grandison
5. Olney Hymn 55. The Heart Healed and Changed by Mercy

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