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O thou, by long experience tried

Author: Madame Guyon; William Cowper Hymnal: Translations from the French of Madame de la Mothe Guion #13 (1800) Lyrics: O thou, by long experience tried, Near whom no grief can long abide; My love! how full of sweet content I pass my years of banishment! All scenes alike engaging prove To souls impressed with sacred love! Where'er they dwell, they dwell in thee; In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. To me remains nor place nor time; My country is in every clime; I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there. While place we seek, or place we shun, The soul finds happiness in none; But, with a God to guide our way, 'Tis equal joy to go or stay. Could I be cast where thou art not, That were indeed a dreadful lot; But regions none remote I call, Secure of finding God in all. My country, Lord, art thou alone; Nor other can I claim or own; The point where all my wishes meet; My law, my love, life's only sweet! I hold by nothing here below; Appoint my journey and I go; Though pierced by scorn, oppressed by pride, I feel thee good—feel nought beside. No frowns of men can hurtful prove To souls on fire with heavenly love; Though men and devils both condemn, No gloomy days arise from them. Ah, then! to his embrace repair; My soul, thou art no stranger there; There love divine shall be thy guard, And peace and safety thy reward. Languages: English