Return, O holy dove, return, I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, So shall my walk be close with God, XXI. [An entreaty for the comforts of increased faith.] HEAL us, Emmanuel, here we are, Our faith is feeble, we confess, Remember him who once applied "Lord, I believe," with tears he cried, * "O help my unbelief!" She, too, who touch'd thee in the press, And healing virtue stole, Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace, Thy faith hath made thee whole.” † * Mark, ix. 24. † Mark, v. 34. Conceal'd amid the gathering throng, Like her, with hopes and fears we come, Send none unheal'd away. XXII. [Imploring to be recalled from a state of indifference to the means of grace: "One of those hymns which allude to infirmities the most difficult to be described, but often the source of excruciating anguish to the tender conscience, which thousands daily suffer, and are sometimes tempted to think that they suffer alone."] THE Lord will happiness divine On contrite hearts bestow: Then tell me, gracious God, is mine I hear, but seem to hear in vain, If aught is felt, 'tis only pain I sometimes think myself inclined My best desires are faint and few, Thy saints are comforted, I know, I therefore go where others go, Oh, make this heart rejoice to ache! And heal it, if it be. XXIII. [Confession of shortcomings and of false hopes in self-righteousness: a practical composition of great usefulness, as proving how closely the Christian ought to interrogate his own heart concerning even its best purposes, and seemingly most self-denying affections.] My God, how perfect are thy ways! But mine polluted are; Sin twines itself about my praise, And slides into my prayer. When I would speak what thou hast done To save me from my sin, I cannot make thy mercies known But self-applause creeps in. Divine desire, that holy flame This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts, While self upon the surface floats, Still bubbling from below. Let others in the gaudy dress The Lord shall be my righteousness, The Lord for ever mine. XXIV. [For aid against the occupation of the heart by carnal thoughts and desires" a perfect allegory in miniature," it has been called, without a failing point, or confusion of metaphor, from beginning to end."] THY mansion is the Christian's heart : O Lord, thy dwelling-place secure! Bid the unruly throng depart, And leave the consecrated door. Devoted as it is to thee, A thievish swarm frequents the place; And rob my Saviour of his praise. There, too, a sharp designing trade, Sin, Satan, and the world maintain ; I know them, and I hate their din, Am weary of the bustling crowd; Oh! for the joy thy presence gives, And if thou make thy temple shine, I give thee what was thine before. XXV. [For the religious edification of youth. Composed by Cowper to be sung before an annual sermon which was delivered on the first evening of the new year to the young people of Olney parish.] BESTOW, dear Lord, upon our youth The gift of saving grace; Grace is a plant, where'er it grows, Ye careless ones, oh, hear betimes Your youth is stain'd with many crimes, True, you are young, but there's a stone For you the public prayer is made, We pray that you may early prove XXVI. [Imploring a blessing on the rising generation, that they may grow up, fearing to sin, and mindful of judgment; composed for a similar occasion.] SIN has undone our wretched race, But Jesus has restored, And brought the sinner face to face |