Contentment (Phil 4:11)
Olney Hymns, by William Cowper, from Cowper's Poems, Sheldon & Company, New York
Fierce passions discompose the mind, In vain by reason and by rule Since at His feet my soul has sate, "Art thou a sinner, soul?" He said, "If thou of murmuring wouldst be cured, "&ls;Tis I appoint thy daily lot, "In life my grace shall strength supply, Thus I, who once my wretched daysAs tempests vex the sea;
But calm content and peace we find,
When, Lord, we turn to Thee.
We try to bend the will;
For none but in the Saviour's school
Can learn the heavenly skill.
His gracious words to hear,
Contented with my present state,
I cast on Him my care.
"Then how canst thou complain!
How light thy troubles here, if weigh'd
With everlasting pain!
Compare thy griefs with mine;
Think what my love for thee endured,
And thou wilt not repine.
And I do all things well;
Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot,
And rise with me to dwell.
Proportion'd to thy day;
At death thou [still] shalt find me nigh,
To wipe thy tears away."
In vain repinings spent,
Taught in my Saviour's school of grace,
