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William Cowper - Olney Hymn 58: True And False Comforts
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O God, whose favorable eye, 
The sin-sick soul revives, 
Holy and heavenly is the joy 
Thy shining presence gives. 

Not such as hypocrites suppose, 
Who with a graceless heart 
Taste not of Thee, but drink a dose, 
Prepared by Satan`s art. 

Intoxicating joys are theirs, 
Who while they boast their light, 
And seem to soar above the stars, 
Are plunging into night. 

Lull`d in a soft and fatal sleep, 
They sin and yet rejoice; 
Were they indeed the Saviour`s sheep, 
Would they not hear His voice? 

Be mine the comforts that reclaim 
The soul from Satan`s power; 
That make me blush for what I am, 
And hate my sin the more. 

`Tis joy enough, my All in All, 
At Thy dear feet to lie; 
Thou wilt not let me lower fall, 
And none can higher fly.
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