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Oh Thou, by Long Experience Tried

Jeanne-Marie Bouvier de La Motte Guyon
translated from the French by
William Cowper

also known by its original title of
The Soul That Loves God
Finds Him Everywhere

Oh 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 heav’n, in earth, or on the sea.

To me remains nor place nor time;
My country is in ev’ry clime;
I can be calm and free from care
On any source, 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;
No 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 the good — feel nought beside.

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.


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