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John Newton (Джон Ньютон)


Praise For The Incarnation


Sweeter sounds than music knows
Charm me in Immanuel's name;
All her hopes my spirit owes
To his birth, and cross, and shame.

When he came, the angels sung,
"Glory be to God on high;"
Lord, unloose my stamm'ring tongue,
Who should louder sing than I?

Did the Lord a man become,
That he might the law fulfil,
Bleed and suffer in my room,
And canst thou, my tongue, be still?

No, I must my praises bring,
Though they worthless are and weak;
For should I refuse to sing,
Sure the very stones would speak.

O my Saviour, Shield, and Sun,
Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend,
Ev'ry precious name in one,
I will love thee without end.



John Newton's other poems:
  1. The Disciples At Sea
  2. Though Troubles Assail
  3. The Believer's Danger, Safety, and Duty
  4. Hay-time
  5. Oh That I Were As In Months Past!


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