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John Newton (Джон Ньютон)


The Beggar


Encouraged by thy word
Of promise to the poor;
Behold, a beggar, Lord,
Waits at thy mercy's door!
No hand, no heart, O Lord, but thine,
Can help or pity wants like mine.

The beggar's usual plea
Relief from men to gain,
If offered unto thee,
I know thou would'st disdain:
And pleas which move thy gracious ear,
Are such as men would scorn to hear.

I have no right to say
That though I now am poor,
Yet once there was a day
When I possessed more:
Thou know'st that from my very birth,
I've been the poorest wretch on earth.

Nor can I dare profess,
As beggars often do,
Though great is my distress,
My wants have been but few:
If thou shouldst leave my soul to starve,
It would be what I well deserve.

'Twere folly to pretend
I never begged before;
Or if thou now befriend,
I'll trouble thee no more:
Thou often hast relieved my pain,
And often I must come again.

Though crumbs are much too good
For such a dog as I;
No less than children's food
My soul can satisfy:
O do not frown and bid me go,
I must have all thou canst bestow. 



John Newton's other poems:
  1. When Hannah Pressed with Grief
  2. That Rock Was Christ
  3. The Hiding Place
  4. They Shall Be Mine, Saith the Lord
  5. But One Loaf


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Samuel Lover (Сэмюэл Лавер) The Beggar ("'Twas sunset when")

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