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John Newton - Philadelphia
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Thus saith the holy One, and true,
To his beloved faithful few;
Of heav`n and hell I hold the keys,
To shut, or open, as I please. 

I know thy works, and I approve,
Though small thy strength, sincere thy love;
Go on, my word and name to own,
For none shall rob thee of thy crown. 

Before thee see my mercy`s door
Stands open wide to shut no more;
Fear not temptation`s fiery day,
For I will be thy strength and stay. 

Thou hast my promise, hold it fast,
The trying hour will soon be past;
Rejoice, for lo! I quickly come,
To take thee to my heav`nly home. 

A pillar there, no more to move,
Inscribed with all my names of love;
A monument of mighty grace,
Thou shalt for ever have a place. 

Such is the conqueror`s reward,
Prepared and promised by the Lord!
Let him that has the ear of faith,
Attend to what the Spirit saith.
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