In Evil Long I Took Delight

Here is the poem by John Newton that I quoted on Easter Sunday:


In evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear;
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.

I saw One hanging on a tree,
In agony and blood;
Who fix'd His languid eyes on me,
As near His cross I stood.

Sure never till my latest breath,
Can I forget that look;
It seem'd to charge me with His death,
Tho' not a word He spoke.

My conscience felt and own'd the guilt,
And plunged me in despair;
I saw His blood my sins had spilt,
And help'd to nail Him there.

A second look He gave which said,
I freely all forgive,
This blood is for thy ransom paid,
I died that you may live.

Thus while His death my sin displays,
In all its blackest hue,
Such is the mystery of His grace,
It seals my pardon too.

With pleasing grief, and mourful joy,
My spirit now is filled,
That I should such a life destroy,
Yet live by Him I killed.

He Is Worthy of Worship

A quote from A.W. Tozer,

"Sometimes I go to God and say, "God, if Thou dost never answer another prayer while I live on this earth, I will still worship Thee as long as I live and in the ages to come for what Thou hast done already. God’s already put me so far in debt that if I were to live one million millenniums I couldn’t pay Him for what He’s done for me."


Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small,
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my life, my soul, my all.

Oh, the wonderful cross
Bids me come and die
And find that I may truly live

Thank you for the cross!

Good Friday

In evil long I took delight
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight
And stopped my wild career:
I saw One hanging on a Tree
In agonies and blood
Who fixd His languid eyes on me
As near His Cross I stood.


Sure never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look,
It seemd to charge me with His death,
Though not a word He spoke:
My conscience felt and own'd the guilt,
And plunged me in despair,
I saw my sins His Blood had spilt
And helped to nail Him there.

Alas I knew not what I did
But now my tears are vain,
Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
For I the Lord have slain

A second look He gave which said,
"I freely all forgive;
This blood is for your ransom paid,
I die that thou may live"

Thus while His death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,
Such is the mystery of grace,
It seals my pardon too.
With pleasing grief, and mournful joy,
My spirit now if fill'd
That I should such a life destroy
Yet live by Him I kill'd

John Newton