by John Newton, Sweet was the time when first I felt
“ In vain the tempter spread his wiles, The world no more could charm; I lived upon my Savior's smiles, And leaned upon his arm. In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, And saw his glory shine; And when I read his holy word, I called each promise mine. Then to his saints I often spoke; Of what his love had done; But now my heart is almost broke, For all my joys are gone. Now when the evening shade prevails, My soul in darkness mourns, And when the morn the light reveals, No light to me returns. ”
