John Newton 7,6,7,6,7,7,7,6 Questions to unbelief. If to Jesus for relief My soul has fled by prayer; Why should I give way to grief, Or heart-consuming care? Are not all things in his hand? Has he not his promise past? Will he then regardless stand And let me sink at last? While I know his providence Disposes each event; Shall I judge by feeble sense, And yield to discontent? If he worms and sparrows feed, Clothe the grass in rich array; Can he see a child in need, And turn his eye away? When his name was quite unknown, And sin my life employed; Then he watched me as his own, Or I had been destroyed: Now his mercy-seat I know, Now by grace am reconciled; Would he spare me while a foe, To leave me when a child? If he all my wants supplied When I disdained to pray; Now his Spirit is my guide, How can he say me nay? If he would not give me up, When my soul against him fought; Will he disappoint the hope, Which he himself has wrought? If he shed his precious blood To bring me to his fold; Can I think that meaner good He ever will withhold? Satan, vain is thy device! Here my hope rests well-assured, In that great redemption-price, I see the whole secured. |