J. Newton


IN evil long I took delight,

Unawed by shame or fear;

Till a new object struck my sight,

And stopped my wild career.

Oh the Lamb, the loving Lamb,

The Lamb on Calvary;

The Lamb that was slain and liveth again,

To intercede for me.


I saw One hanging on a tree,

In agonies and blood,

Who fixed His languid eyes on me,

As near His cross I stood.


Sure never to my latest breath,

Can I forget that look:

It seemed to charge me with His death,

Though not a word He spoke.


My conscience felt and owned the guilt,

And plunged me in despair:

I saw my sins His blood had shed,

And helped to nail Him there.


A second look He gave, which said,

“I freely all forgive;

This blood is for thy ransom paid:

I die that thou may’st live.”


With pleasing grief and mournful joy,

My spirit now is filled;

That I should such a life destroy,

Yet live by Him I killed.


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