Poem by William Cowper

Olney Hymn 64. Praise for Faith

Of all the gifts Thine hand bestows,
    Thou Giver of all good! 
Not heaven itself a richer knows
    Than my Redeemer's blood.

Faith too, the blood-receiving grace,
    From the same hand we gain; 
Else, sweetly as it suits our case,
    That gift had been in vain.

Till Thou Thy teaching power apply,
    Our hearts refuse to see, 
And weak, as a distemper'd eye,
    Shut out the view of Thee.

Blind to the merits of Thy Son,
    What misery we endure! 
Yet fly that Hand from which alone
    We could expect a cure.

We praise Thee, and would praise Thee more,
    To Thee our all we owe: 
The precious Saviour, and the power
    That makes Him precious too.

1. Olney Hymn 18. Lovest Thou Me?
2. Olney Hymn 28. Jesus Hasting to Suffer
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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