John Henry Newton was a British sailor and Anglican clergyman. Starting his career at sea, at a young age, he became involved with the slave trade for a few years. After experiencing a religious conversion, he became a minister, hymn-writer, and later a prominent supporter of the abolition of slavery. He was the author of many hymns, including "Amazing Grace" and "Glorious Things of Thee are Spoken."
John Newton was born in Wapping, London, in 1725, the son of John Newton Sr., a shipmaster in the Mediterranean service, and Elizabeth Newton (née Seatclife), a Nonconformist Christian. His mother died of tuberculosis in July, 1732, about two... more »
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John Newton Poems
Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!) That sav'd a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see.
Faith's Review and Expectation (Amazing ...
1 1 AMAZING grace! (how sweet the sound!) 2 That sav'd a wretch like me!
Bitter and Sweet
Kindle, Saviour, in my heart, A flame of love divine; Hear, for mine I trust thou art, And sure I would be thine;
The Lord, our salvation and light, The guide of our strength and our days, Has brought us together to-night, A new Ebenezer to raise:
At the Close of the Year
Let hearts and tongues unite, And loud thanksgivings raise: 'Tis duty, mingled with delight, To sing the Saviour's praise.
The Day of Judgement
Day of judgement, day of wonders! Hark! the trumpet's awful sound, Louder than a thousand thunders, Shakes the vast creation round!
Prayer Answered by Crosses
I ask'd the Lord, that I might grow In faith, and love, and ev'ry grace, Might more of his salvation know, And seek more earnestly his face.
Joy and Peace in Believing
Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises With healing in his wings:
When slumber seals our weary eyes, The busy fancy wakeful keeps; The scenes which then before us rise, Prove something in us never sleeps.
Praise for the Incarnation
Sweeter sounds than music knows Charm me in Immanuel's name; All her hopes my spirit owes To his birth, and cross, and shame.
See, the world for youth prepares, Harlot-like, her gaudy snares! Pleasures round her seem to wait, But 'tis all a painted cheat.
Elijah Fed By Ravens
Elijah's example declares, Whatever distress may betide; The saints may commit all their cares To him who will surely provide:
Poor Esau repented too late That once he his birth-right despised; And sold, for a morsel of meat, What could not too highly be prized:
Safely through another week, God has brought us on our way; Let us now a blessing seek, On th' approaching Sabbath-day:
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Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!)
That sav'd a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev'd;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believ'd!
Thro' many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come;
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promis'd good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yes, when this flesh ...