To tell the Saviour all my wants,
      How pleasing is the task!

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 labouring 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 honour may he give to you,
      For such have all his saints.

~ William Cowper

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