1 See the gloomy gathering cloud,
Hanging o'er a sinful land!
Sure the Lord proclaims aloud,
Times of trouble are at hand;
Happy they who love his name!
They shall always find him near;
Though the earth were wrapped in flame,
They have no just cause for fear.
2 Hark! his voice in accents mild,
(Oh, how comforting and sweet)
Speaks to every humble child,
Pointing out a sure retreat!
"Come, and in my chambers hide,
To my saints of old well known;
There you safely may abide,
'Till the storm be overblown.
3 "You have only to repose
On my wisdom, love and care;
When my wrath consumes my foes,
Mercy shall my children spare;
while they perish in the flood,
You that bear my holy mark,
Sprinkled with atoning blood,
Shall be safe within the ark."
4 Sinners, see the ark prepared!
Hast to enter while there's room;
Though the Lord his arm has bared,
Mercy still retards your doom;
Seek him while there yet is hope,
Ere the day of grace be past,
Lest in wrath he gives you up,
And this call shall prove your last.
Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians, 1803
Newton, John, who was born in London, July 24, 1725, and died there Dec. 21, 1807, occupied an unique position among the founders of the Evangelical School, due as much to the romance of his young life and the striking history of his conversion, as to his force of character. His mother, a pious Dissenter, stored his childish mind with Scripture, but died when he was seven years old. At the age of eleven, after two years' schooling, during which he learned the rudiments of Latin, he went to sea with his father. His life at sea teems with wonderful escapes, vivid dreams, and sailor recklessness. He grew into an abandoned and godless sailor. The religious fits of his boyhood changed into settled infidelity, through the study of Shaftesbury and… Go to person page >