John Newton

(24 July 1725 – 21 December 1807 / London, England)

John Newton Poems

121. The Resurrection And The Life 4/19/2010
122. The Rich Man And Lazarus 4/19/2010
123. The Ruler's Daughter Raised 4/19/2010
124. The Trembling Jailer 4/19/2010
125. The True Aaron 4/19/2010
126. The Two Debtors 4/19/2010
127. The Two Malefactors 4/19/2010
128. The Wheat And Tares 4/19/2010
129. The Woman Of Samaria 4/19/2010
130. The Word Quick And Powerful 4/19/2010
131. The World 1/3/2003
132. The Worldling 4/19/2010
133. They Shall Be Mine, Saith The Lord 4/19/2010
134. Time How Short 4/19/2010
135. Time How Swift 4/19/2010
136. To The Afflicted, Tossed With Tempests And Not Comforted 4/19/2010
137. True And False Zeal 5/28/2012
138. Trust Of The Wicked, And The Righteous Compared 4/19/2010
139. Vanity Of Life 4/19/2010
140. Vanity Of The Creature Sanctified 4/19/2010
141. Waiting For Spring 4/19/2010
142. Walking With God 4/19/2010
143. We Were Pharaoh's Bondmen 4/19/2010
144. Weeping Mary 4/19/2010
145. What Shall I Render 4/19/2010
146. What Think Ye Of Christ? 4/19/2010
147. When Hannah Pressed With Grief 4/19/2010
148. Will Ye Also Go Away? 4/19/2010
149. Woman Of Canaan 4/19/2010
150. Zaccheus 4/19/2010
151. Zion, Or The City Of God 4/19/2010
Best Poem of John Newton

Amazing Grace

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 ...

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Saturday Evening

Safely through another week,
God has brought us on our way;
Let us now a blessing seek,
On th' approaching Sabbath-day:
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.

Mercies multiply'd each hour
Through the week our praise demand

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