John Newton Poems

Sweeter sounds than music knows
Charm me in Immanuel's name;
All her hopes my spirit owes
To his birth, and cross, and shame.
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See, the world for youth prepares,
Harlot-like, her gaudy snares!
Pleasures round her seem to wait,
But 'tis all a painted cheat.
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With Satan, my accuser, near
My spirit trembled when I saw
The Lord in majesty appear,
And heart the language of the law.
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In evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.
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Elijah's example declares,
Whatever distress may betide;
The saints may commit all their cares
To him who will surely provide:
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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:
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Now let us join with hearts and tongues,
And emulate the angels' songs;
Yea, sinners may address their King
In songs that angels cannot sing.
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Physician of my sin-sick soul,
To thee I bring my case;
My raging malady control,
And heal me by thy grace.
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One there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of friend;
His is love beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end:
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When Adam fell he quickly lost
God's image, which he once possessed:
See All our nature since could boast
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