John Newton wrote many of the sweet hymns we love to sing. When he thought of himself he once wrote:
In every object here I see
Something, my heart, that points to Thee;
Hard as the rocks that bound the strand,
Unfruitful as the barren sand,
Deep and deceitful as the ocean,
And like the tides in constant motion.
Then thinking of His precious love, he sang:
In every object here I see
Something, O Lord, that leads to Thee.
Firm as the rocks Thy promise stands
Thy mercies, countless as the sands.
Thy love, a sea immensely wide,
Thy grace, an ever-flowing tide.
See if you can learn to quote these two verses by heart.
ML-03/12/1978