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.
John Newton, 1779.
A SLAVE-TRADER WHO WROTE CHRISTIAN LYRICS
In one of England’s famous old churches there is a tablet marking the last resting-place of one of its rectors, and on the tablet this epitaph: