by John Newton

“ Once perishing in blood I lay, Creatures no help could give, But Jesus passed me in the way, He saw, and bid me live. Though Satan still his rule maintained, And all his arts employed; That mighty Word his rage restrained, I could not be destroyed. At length the time of love arrived When I my LORD should know, Then Satan, of his pow'r deprived, Was forced to let me go. O can I e'er that day forget When Jesus kindly spoke! "Poor soul, my blood has paid thy debt, And now I break thy yoke. ”