John Newton (Джон Ньютон)

What Shall I Render

For mercies, countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive
From Jesus, my Redeemer's hands,
My soul what canst thou give?

Alas! from such a heart as mine,
What can I bring him forth?
My best is stained and dyed with sin,
My all is nothing worth.

Yet this acknowledgment I'll make
For all he has bestowed;
Salvation's sacred cup I'll take
And call upon my God.

The best returns for one like me,
So wretched and so poor;
Is from his gifts to draw a plea,
And ask him still for more.

I cannot serve him as I ought,
No works have I to boast;
Yet would I glory in the thought
That I shall owe him most. 

1. David's Fall
2. Time How Short
3. Praise for the Incarnation
4. But One Loaf
5. The Believer's Danger, Safety, and Duty

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