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Great Effects by Weak Means

From the Olney Hymns
John Neweton
Great Effects by Weak Means 

Unbelief the soul dismays,
What objections will it raise!
But true faith securely leans
On the promise, in the means. 

If to faith it once be known,
God has said, “It shall be done,
And in this appointed way;”
Faith has then no more to say. 

Moses’ rod, by faith upreared, 
Through the sea a path prepared;
Jericho’s devoted wall,
At the trumpet’s sound must fall. 

With a pitcher and a lamp, 
Gideon overthrew a camp
And a stone, well aimed by faith,
Proved the armed Philistine’s death. 

Thus the LORD is pleased to try
Those who on his help rely;
By the means he makes it known,
That the pow’r is all his own.

Yet the means are not in vain,
If the end we would attain;
Though the breath of prayer be weak,
None shall find, but they who seek. 

God alone the heart can reach;
Yet the ministers must preach;
’Tis their part the seed to sow,
And ’tis his to make it grow. 


Questions to unbelief

From the Olney Hymns
John Newton
Questions to Unbelief

If to Jesus for relief
My soul has fled by prayer;
Why should I give way to grief,
Or heart–consuming care?
Are not all things in his hand?
Has he not his promise past?
Will he then regardless stand
And let me sink at last? 

While I know his providence
Disposes each event;
Shall I judge by feeble sense,
And yield to discontent?
If he worms and sparrows feed,
Clothe the grass in rich array;
Can he see a child in need,
And turn his eye away? 

When his name was quite unknown,
And sin my life employed;
Then he watched me as his own,
Or I had been destroyed:
Now his mercy–seat I know,
Now by grace am reconciled;
Would he spare me while a foe,
To leave me when a child? 

If he all my wants supplied
When I disdained to pray;
Now his Spirit is my guide,
How can he say me nay?
If he would not give me up,
When my soul against him fought;
Will he disappoint the hope,
Which he himself has wrought? 

If he shed his precious blood
To bring me to his fold;
Can I think that meaner good
He ever will withhold?
Satan, vain is thy device!
Here my hope rests well–assured,
In that great redemption–price,
I see the whole secured. 


I will trust and not be afraid

From the Olney Hymns
John Newton
I will trust and not be afraid

Begone unbelief,
My Savior is near,
And for my relief
Will surely appear:
By prayer let me wrestle,
And he wilt perform,
With CHRIST in the vessel,
I smile at the storm. 

Though dark be my way,
Since he is my guide,
’Tis mine to obey,
’Tis his to provide;
Though cisterns be broken,
And creatures all fail,
The word he has spoken
Shall surely prevail. 

His love in time past
Forbids me to think
He’ll leave me at last
In trouble to sink;
Each sweet Ebenezer
I have in review,
Confirms his good pleasure
To help me quite through. 

Determined to save,
He watched o’er my path,
When Satan’s blind slave,
I sported with death;
And can he have taught me
To trust in his name, 
And thus far have brought me,
To put me to shame? 

Why should I complain Of want or distress,
Temptation or pain? He told me no less:
The heirs of salvation,
I know from his word,
Through much tribulation
Must follow their LORD. 

How bitter that cup,
No heart can conceive,
Which he drank quite up,
That sinners might live!
His way was much rougher,
And darker than mine;
Did Jesus thus suffer,
And shall I repine? 

Since all that I meet
Shall work for my good,
The bitter is sweet,
The med’cine is food;
Though painful at present,
Wilt cease before long,
And then, O! how pleasant,
The conqueror’s song! 


Prayer answered by crosses

From the Olney Hymns
Prayer Answered by Crosses
John Newton 

I asked the LORD that I might grow
In faith, and love, and every grace;
Might more of his salvation know,
And seek, more earnestly, his face.

’Twas he who taught me thus to pray,
And he, I trust, has answered prayer!
But it has been in such a way,
As almost drove me to despair.

I hoped that in some favored hour,
At once he’d answer my request;
And by his love’s constraining pow’r,
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.

Instead of this, he made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart;
And let the angry pow’rs of hell
Assault my soul in every part.

Yea more, with his own hand he seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe;
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Blasted my gourds, and laid me low.

LORD, why is this, I trembling cried,
Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?
“’Tis in this way, the LORD replied,
I answer prayer for grace and faith.

These inward trials I employ,
From self, and pride, to set thee free;
And break thy schemes of earthly joy, 
That thou may’st find thy all in me.” 


Perplexity Relieved

From the Olney Hymns
Perplexity Revealed
John Newton

Uncertain how the way to find
Which to salvation led;
I listened long, with anxious mind,
To hear what others said. 

When some of joys and comforts told
I feared that I was wrong;
For I was stupid, dead, and cold,
Had neither joy nor song. 

The Lord my lab’ring heart relieved,
And made my burden light;
Then for a moment I believed,
Supposing all was right. 

Of fierce temptations others talked,
Of anguish and dismay;
Through what distresses they had walked,
Before they found the way. 

Ah! then I thought my hopes were vain,
For I had lived at ease;
I wished for all my fears again,
To make me more like these. 

I had my wish, the LORD disclosed
The evils of my heart;
And left my naked soul, exposed
To Satan’s fiery dart. 

Alas! “I now must give it up,”
I cried in deep despair;
How could I dream of drawing hope,
From what I cannot bear!

Again my Savior brought me aid,
And when he set me free;
“Trust simply on my word, he said,
And leave the rest to me.”