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!
John Newton
Hymn LX: “The Power of Grace,” The Works of the Rev. John Newton … to which are Prefixed Memoirs of His Life, Volume 2.
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Simply beautiful, absolutely true….deep. 🙂