Hymn 131
William Cowper
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Contentment Php 4:11 1818See also Book 3, Hymn 55
163 Fierce passions discompose the mind, As tempests vex the sea; But calm content and peace we find, When, LORD, we turn to thee. | In vain by reason and by rule, We try to bend the will; For none, but in the Savior’s school, Can learn the heav’nly skill. | Since at his feet my soul has sat, His gracious words to hear; Contented with my present state, I cast, on him, my care. | “Art thou a sinner, soul? he said, Then how canst thou complain? How light thy troubles here, if weighed With everlasting pain! | If thou of murmuring wouldst be cured, Compare thy griefs with mine; Think what my love for thee endured, And thou wilt not repine. | ’Tis I appoint thy daily lot, And I do all things well: Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot, And rise with me to dwell. | In life my grace shall strength supply, Proportioned to thy day; At death thou still shalt find me nigh, To wipe thy tears away.” | Thus I who once my wretched days, In vain repinings spent; Taught in my Savior’s school of grace, Have learned to be content. | |