Detained, but Let Free, Though Still Quite Miserable

William Cowper (pronounced Cooper) suffered from deep depression for most of his life. In 1764 he found himself within the walls of an institution for the mentally ill. There in the asylum, Cowper found Christ by reading the Bible.

I like this story for two reasons. One, it is just another evidence of the power of the simple reading of Scripture.

But more, I like it because it shows the reality of life. Cowper suffered beyond all comprehension. And he continued to struggle with his emotional turmoil throughout his life. He even attempted suicide many times post conversion.

Christ doesn't always take away the agonies.

Though I never experienced anything to Cowpwer's, I have had bouts with a melancholy spirit. Many times I find myself repeating the Psalmist's words, "Why are you downcast O my soul? Hope in God." I know that many Christians suffer with varying degrees of helplessness, hopelessness, and hellish waves of emotion. Sometimes our worst enemy is our ourselves.

Though this may sound trite, do remember: These are times when our faith is tested. These are times when we must fling ourselves upon God and his mercies, utilize all his means of grace (prayer, Scripture meditation, worship and Christian fellowship).

Cowper went on to be a prolific writer. His hymns have graced many Christians. They have insight for the despondent souls of today. If your soul is likewise tormented, I recommend them all: For the guilt stricken soul--"There is a Fountain Filled with Blood." For the weary--"Sometimes a light surprises."

In these afflictions, we must also keep the end in sight. How far off it is, I do not know. But by God's grace, there will be an end. Perhaps I shall let the tried and tested Cowper speak for himself. This is one of his literary productions entitled, Peace After the Storm.

1 When darkness long has veil'd my mind,
And smiling day once more appears;
Then, my Redeemer, then I find
The folly of my doubts and fears.

2 Straight I upbraid my wand'ring heart,
And blush that I should ever be
Thus prone to act so base a part,
Or harbour one hard thought of thee!

3 Oh ! let me then at length be taught
What I am still so slow to learn;
That God is love, and changes not,
Nor knows the shadow of a turn.

4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat!
But when my faith is sharply try'd,
I find myself a learner yet,
Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.

5 But, O my Lord, one look from thee
Subdues the disobedient will;
Drives doubt and discontent away,
And thy rebellious worm is still.

6 Thou art as ready to forgive,
As I am ready to repine;
Thou, therefore, all the praise receive;
Be shame and self-abhorrence mine.