Out of the Depths

By John Newton

It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; ‘Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest.

Dear Name! the Rock on which I build My Shield and Hiding-place; My never-failing Treasury fill’d With boundless stores of grace.

By Thee my prayers acceptance gain, Although with sin defiled; Satan accuses me in vain, And I am own’d a child.

Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King; My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring.

Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see Thee as Thou art, I’ll praise Thee as I ought.

Till then I would Thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And may the music of Thy Name Refresh my soul in death!

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