Collection of hymns written by John Newton and William Cowper first published in 1779.
Olney, England
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Shall I envy then the miser
Doting on his golden store?
Sure I am, or should be, wiser,
I am Rich, ’tis he is Poor:
JESUS gives me in his word,
FOOD and MED’CINE, SHIELD and SWORD.
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Precious Bible! what a treasure
Does the word of God afford?
All I want for life or pleasure,
FOOD and MED’CINE, SHIELD and SWORD:
Let the world account us poor,
Having this we need no more
When by faith the sinner sees
A pardon bought with blood;
Then he forsakes his foolish pleas,
And gladly turns to God.
Our souls rejoice then to pursue
The steps of Him we love;
Till glory breaks upon our view
In brighter worlds above.
Weak, indeed, we feel we are,
But we know the throne of grace;
And the God, who answers prayer,
Helps us when we seek His face.
Have I no words? ah, think again,
Words flow apace when I complain;
And fill my fellow–creature’s ear
With the sad tale of all my care.
Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
To heav’n in supplication sent;
My cheerful song would oft’ner be,
Hear what the LORD has done for me
Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw,
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw;
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.
God's word a light before us spreads
By which our path we see;
His love a banner o’er our head,
From harm preserves us free.
Lord, ’tis enough; I ask no more,
Your blessings are divine;
I envy not the worldling’s store,
If CHRIST and heav’n are mine.
Farewell world, thy gold is dross,
Now I see the bleeding cross;
JESUS died to set me free
From the law, and sin, and thee!
He has dearly bought my soul
LORD, accept, and claim the whole!
To Thy will I all resign,
Now, no more my own, but Thine.
Let me dwell on Golgotha,
Weep and love my life away!
While I see Christ on the tree
Weep and bleed, and die for me!
That dear blood, for sinners spilt,
Shows my sin in all its guilt:
Ah, my soul, He bore my load,
I have slain the Lamb of GOD.
While Christ's bleeding glories here
Engage our wond’ring eyes;
We learn our lighter cross to bear,
And hasten to the skies.
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O, that I thus could always feel!
Lord, more and more Thy love reveal!
Then my glad tongue shall loud proclaim
The grace and glory of Thy name.
When on the cross, my Lord I see
Bleeding to death, for wretched me;
Satan and sin no more can move,
For I am all transformed to love.
Let our mutual love be fervent,
Make us prevalent in prayers;
Let each one esteemed Thy servant,
Shun the world’s bewitching snares:
Break the tempter’s fatal power,
Turn the stony heart to flesh;
And begin, from this good hour,
To revive Thy work afresh.
Preserve us from great judgment, Lord
For JESUS’ sake we plead;
A famine of the gospel word
Would be a stroke indeed!