To keep the lamp alive,
With oil we fill the bowl;
Tis water makes the willow thrive,
And grace that feeds the soul.
The Lords unsparing hand
Supplies the living stream;
It is not at our own command,
But still derived from him.
Beware of Peters word,[1]
Nor confidently say,
I never will deny thee, Lord,
But, Grant I never may!
Mans wisdom is to seek
His strength in God alone;
And een an angel would be weak,
Who trusted in his own.
Retreat beneath his wings,
And in his grace confide;
This more exalts the King of kings[2]
Than all your works beside.
In Jesus is our store,
Grace issues from his throne;
Whoever says, I want no more,
Confesses he has none.
Dependence.
William Cowper
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