John Newton (24 July 1725 – 21 December 1807 / London, England)
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 and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease;
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
This earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who call'd me here below,
Will be for ever mine.
John Newton's Other Poems
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- A Friend That Sticketh Closer Than A Bro...
- A Sick Soul
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- Ask What I Shall Give Thee (II)
- Ask What I Shall Give Thee (III)
- At the Close of the Year
- Balaam's Wish
- Bitter and Sweet
- But One Loaf
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