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John Newton - A Brand Plucked Out Of The Fire
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With Satan, my accuser, near
My spirit trembled when I saw
The Lord in majesty appear,
And heart the language of the law. 

In vain I wish`d and strove to hide
The tatter`d, filthy rags I wore;
While my fierce foe insulting cry`d
See what you trusted in before! 

Struck dumb, and left without a plea,
I heard my gracious Saviour say,
Know Satan, I this sinner free,
I died to take his sin away. 

This is a brand which I, in love,
To save from wrath and sin design!
In vain thy accusations prove;
I answer all, and call him mine. 

At his rebuke the tempter fled;
Then he remov`d my filthy dress;
Poor sinner, take this robe, he said,
It is thy Saviour`s rightousness. 

And see, a crown of life prepar`d!
That I might thus my head adorn;
I thought no shame or suff`ring hard,
But wore for thee a crown of thorn. 

O how I heard these gracious words!
They broke and heal`d my heart at once;
Constrained me to become the Lord`s,
And all my idol-gods renounce. 

Now, Satan, thou hast lost thy aim,
Against this brand thy threats are vain;
JESUS has pluck`d it from the flame,
And who shall put it in again?
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