The midsummer sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gay; But when I am happy in Him December's as pleasant as May.
John NewtonAll shall work together for good; everything is needful that He sends; nothing can be needful that He withholds.
John NewtonThrough many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come; 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home.
John NewtonHow Sweet the name of Jesus... the rock on which I build, my shield and hiding place, my never failing treasury, filled with boundless stores of grace.
John Newton