William Cowper 8,6,8,6 The happy change. How blest thy creature is, O God, When with a single eye, He views the lustre of thy word, The day-spring from on high! Through all the storms that veil the skies, And frown on earthly things; The Sun of righteousness he eyes, With healing on his wings. Struck by that light, the human heart, A barren soil no more; Sends the sweet smell of grace abroad, Where serpents lurked before. The soul, a dreary province once Of Satan's dark domain; Feels a new empire formed within, And owns a heav'nly reign. The glorious orb, whose golden beams, The fruitful year control Since first obedient to thy word, He started from the goal; Has cheered the nations, with the joys His orient rays impart But Jesus, 'tis thy light alone, Can shine upon the heart. |