William Cowper

I was a stricken deer that left the herd
Long since.

I was a stricken deer that left the herd
Long since.

Doing good,
Disinterested good, is not our trade.

Doing good,
Disinterested good, is not our trade.

Sin let loose speaks punishment at hand.

Sin let loose speaks punishment at hand.

Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.

Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.

Would I describe a preacher,
. . . .
I would express him simple, grave, sincere;
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Would I describe a preacher,
. . . .
I would express him simple, grave, sincere;
In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain,
And plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste,
And natural in gesture; much impress'd
Himself, as conscious of his awful charge,
And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds
May feel it too; affectionate in look,
And tender in address, as well becomes
A messenger of grace to guilty men.