Grace tills the soul, and sows the seeds,
Provides the sun and rain;
Till from the tender blade proceeds
The ripen’d harvest-grain.
‘Twas grace that call’d our souls at first;
By grace thus far we’re come;
And grace will help us through the worst,
And lead us safely home.
Hymn LXXXVI: “Reigning Grace,” The Works of the Rev. John Newton … to which are Prefixed Memoirs of His Life, Volume 2.
Since I have known the Saviour’s name,
And what for me he bore,
No more I toil for empty fame,
I thirst for gold no more.
Plac’d by his hand in this retreat,
I make his love my theme;
And see that all the world calls great,
Is but a waking dream.
Grace bid me live, and taught my tongue
To aim at notes divine;
And grace accepts my feeble song;
The glory, Lord, be thine!
Hymn LX: “The Power of Grace,” The Works of the Rev. John Newton … to which are Prefixed Memoirs of His Life, Volume 2.
Sin enslav’d me many years,
And led me bound and blind;
Till at length a thousand fears
Came swarming o’er my mind.
Where, said I, in deep distress,
Will these sinful pleasures end?
How shall I secure my peace,
And make the Lord my friend.
Friends and ministers said much,
The gospel to enforce;
But my blindness still was such,
I chose a legal course:
Much I fasted, watch’d, and strove,
Scarce would show my face abroad,
Fear’d almost to speak or move,
A stranger still to God.
Thus afraid to trust His grace,
Long time did I rebel;
Till despairing of my case,
Down at His feet I fell.
Then my stubborn heart he broke.
And subdued me to his sway,
By a simple word he spoke,
“Thy sins are done away.”
Hymn LXIII: “The Heart Healed and Changed by Mercy,” The Works of the Rev. John Newton … to which are Prefixed Memoirs of His Life, Volume 2
Our righteousness is in Him, and our hope depends, not upon the exercise of grace in us, but upon the fullness of grace and love in Him, and upon His obedience unto death.
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost but now am found, Was blind but now I see…
Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come; ‘Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, and grace will lead me home.
Hymn: Amazing Grace
I am not what I ought to be — ah, how imperfect and deficient! I am not what I wish to be — I abhor what is evil, and I would cleave to what is good! I am not what I hope to be — soon, soon shall I put off mortality, and with mortality all sin and imperfection. Yet, though I am not what I ought to be, nor what I wish to be, nor what I hope to be, I can truly say, I am not what I once was; a slave to sin and Satan; and I can heartily join with the apostle, and acknowledge, “By the grace of God I am what I am.”
Quoted in the The Christian Spectator, vol. 3 (1821), 186