by John Newton, Christ a Redeemer and Friend
“ He freely loves, and without end. He ransomed me from hell with blood, And by His power my foes controlled; He found me wandering far from God, And brought me to His chosen fold. He cheers my heart, my wants supplies, And says that I shall shortly be, Enthroned with Him above the skies; O what a Friend is Christ to me! But, ah! my inmost spirit mourns; And well my eyes with tears may swim, To think of my perverse returns: I’ve been a faithless friend to Him. Often my gracious Friend I grieve, Neglect, distrust, and disobey; And often Satan’s lies believe Sooner than all my Friend can say. ”
