When I was home over spring break, my grandma asked me to sing her a hymn called "There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood." I love (most) hymns (My Shepherd Will Supply My Need is my favorite! FYI), but strangely I had never heard this one. As I sang it, the words resonated with me, and I noted who the author was: William Cowper. I subsequently looked him up and read a bunch of his other hymns and poetry. This poem, "Jehovah Our Righteousness," painted such an ugly, truthful, beautiful picture of what I felt in regard to putting myself first, and letting pride dictate, that I just wanted to share it.
Also, if you have time, you should read some of William Cowper's other poems.
- Jehovah Our Righteousness
- My God, how perfect are Thy ways!
- But mine polluted are;
- Sin twines itself about my praise,
- And slides into my prayer.
- When I would speak what Thou hast done
- To save me from my sin,
- I cannot make Thy mercies known,
- But self-applause creeps in.
- Divine desire, that holy flame
- Thy grace creates in me;
- Alas! impatience is its name,
- When it returns to Thee.
- This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts.
- How does it overflow,
- While self upon the surface floats,
- Still bubbling from below.
- Let others in the gaudy dress
- Of fancied merit shine;
- The Lord shall be my righteousness,
- The Lord forever mine.
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