Уильям Купер (William Cowper)

Olney Hymn 58. True and False Comforts

    O God, whose favorable eye,
        The sin-sick soul revives, 
    Holy and heavenly is the joy
        Thy shining presence gives.

    Not such as hypocrites suppose,
        Who with a graceless heart 
    Taste not of Thee, but drink a dose,
        Prepared by Satan's art.

    Intoxicating joys are theirs,
        Who while they boast their light, 
    And seem to soar above the stars,
        Are plunging into night.

    Lull'd in a soft and fatal sleep,
        They sin and yet rejoice; 
    Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep,
        Would they not hear His voice?

    Be mine the comforts that reclaim
        The soul from Satan's power; 
    That make me blush for what I am,
        And hate my sin the more.

    'Tis joy enough, my All in All,
        At Thy dear feet to lie; 
    Thou wilt not let me lower fall,
        And none can higher fly.