Since That Dear Hour
by Cowper
Since the dear hour that brought me to thy foot,
by Cowper
Since the dear hour that brought me to thy foot,
And cut up all my follies by the root,
I never trusted in an arm but thine;
Nor hoped but in thy righteousness Divine,
My prayers and alms, imperfect and defiled,
Were but the feeble efforts of a child;
Howe’er perform’d, this was their brightest part,
That they were offerings of a thankful heart;
I cast them at thy feet, my only plea
Is,
what it was,–dependence upon thee;
While struggling in the vale of griefs below,
This never failed, nor shall it fail me now.”
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