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William Cowper - Olney Hymn 47: The Hidden Life
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To tell the Saviour all my wants, 
How pleasing is the task! 
Nor less to praise Him when He grants 
Beyond what I can ask. 

My laboring spirit vainly seeks 
To tell but half the joy, 
With how much tenderness He speaks, 
And helps me to reply. 

Nor were it wise, nor should I choose, 
Such secrets to declare; 
Like precious wines their taste they lose, 
Exposed to open air. 

But this with boldness I proclaim, 
Nor care if thousands hear, 
Sweet is the ointment of His name, 
Not life is half so dear. 

And can you frown, my former friends, 
Who knew what once I was, 
And blame the song that thus commends 
The Man who bore the cross? 

Trust me, I draw the likeness true, 
And not as fancy paints; 
Such honor may He give to you, 
For such have all His saints.
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