“I said, I shall never be moved.” Ps. 30. 6
J. Newton L.M.
1
The peace of which I had a taste
When Jesus first his love revealed,
I fondly hoped would always last,
Because my foes were then concealed.
2
But when I felt the tempter’s power
Rouse my corruptions from their sleep,
I trembled at the stormy hour,
And saw the horrors of the deep.
3
Now on presumption’s billows borne,
My spirit seemed the Lord to dare,
Now, quick as thought, a sudden turn
Plunged me in gulfs of black despair.
4
“Lord, save me, or I sink,” I prayed;
He heard, and bade the tempest cease;
The angry waves his word obeyed,
And all my fears were hushed to peace.
5
The peace is his, and not my own,
My heart (no better than before)
Is still to dreadful changes prone;
Then let me never trust it more.
