Abuse of the Gospel
Olney Hymns, William Cowper, from Cowper's Poems, Sheldon & Company, New York
Too many, Lord, abuse Thy grace Thy book displays a gracious light The pardon such presume upon, Was it for this, ye lawless tribe, Ah, Lord, we know Thy chosen few The liberty our hearts implore In this licentious day,
And while they boast they see Thy face,
They turn their own away.
That can the blind restore;
But these are dazzled by the sight,
And blinded still the more.
They do not beg, but steal;
And when they plead it at Thy throne,
Oh! where's the Spirit's seal?
The dear Redeemer bled?
Is this the grace the saints imbibe
From Christ the living head?
Are fed with heavenly fare;
But these,&md;the wretched husks they chew,
Proclaim them what they are.
Is not to live in sin;
But still to wait at Wisdom's door,|