Sunday's Hymn: John Newton

I’ve featured John Newton’s hymns here before, but today I’m presenting one more because I want to post a little bit about Olney Hymns, a hymnal published in 1779 that contained hymns written by William Cowper and John Newton. Shortly after Cowper’s conversion, John Newton became his pastor when Cowper moved to live in Olney. They shared a close relationship that continued after John Newton moved from Olney to take over a new pastorate thirteen years later. From John Piper’s book, The Hidden Smile of God:

Newton saw Cowper’s bent to melancholy and reclusiveness and drew him into the ministry of visitation as much as he could. They would take long walks together between homes and talk of God and his purposes for the church. Then, in 1769, Newton got the idea of collaborating with Cowper on a book of hymns to be sung by their church. He thought it would be good for Cowper’s poetic bent to be engaged.¹

As it turned out, Cowper wrote 68 of the hymns included in the Olney Hymns before he suffered another mental breakdown, and Newton finished things off by contributing more than two hundred. The previously featured hymns by Cowper were all Olney Hymns, and so was the ever popular Amazing Grace by Newton.

The breakdown that Cowper suffered was a bad one, and once again he was often suicidal. Newton, Piper writes, “stood by him all the way through this, even sacrificing at least one vacation so as not to leave Cowper alone.”² You get a glimpse there, I’d say, of John Newton’s pastoral heart. When Newton left Olney, he kept in close touch with Cowper, and the two men exchanged frequent letters for the next twenty years.

This hymn by Newton from Olney Hymns is one I was unfamiliar with, but it is in my church’s hymnal. I love it’s cross-centered words.

I Saw One Hanging on a Tree 

I saw One hanging on a tree,
In agony and blood,
Who fixed His languid eyes on me,
As near His cross I stood.

Refrain

O, can it be, upon a tree,
The Savior died for me?
My soul is thrilled, my heart is filled,
To think He died for me!

Sure, never to my latest breath,
Can I forget that look;
It seemed to charge me with His death,
Though not a word He spoke.

My conscience felt and owned the guilt,
And plunged me in despair,
I saw my sins His blood had spilt,
And helped to nail Him there.

A second look He gave, which said,
“I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou mayst live.”

Thus, while His death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,
Such is the mystery of grace,
It seals my pardon too.

 
¹ John Piper, The Hidden Smile of God, 96.
² Ibid., 97.

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Other hymns, worship songs, etc. posted today:

• Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross at Fish and Cans
• Not What My Hands Have Done at New Lumps
• Day by Day at The Happy Wonderer
  
• Take the Name of Jesus with You at Above the Clouds
• The Gospel Way, from The Valley of Vision, at The Thirsty Theologian.
  
• From the Depths of Woe I Raise to Thee at John Dekker’s Journal
• Take My Life and Let It Be at Seasonings of the Heart
• Quiet, Lord, my froward heart at joythruChrist
• The Collect for Sunday after Ascension Day at Magic Statistics

Have you posted a hymn this Sunday and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by emailing me at the address in the sidebar, and I’ll add your post to the list.

Saturday's Old Photo

Monday is Victoria Day, so this is what my kids call “the May long weekend.” I’ve been doing yard work and spring cleaning, and paying very little attention to the blog. But since I skipped the Saturday’s old photo last week, I can’t skip it altogether this week, can I?

 

What I’ll do, to make up for my negligence last Saturday, is post two photos this Saturday. I wanted to find a photo to show my two oldest children when they were younger and I couldn’t decide which one of two possibilities to use, so I’ll use them both.

 

These two were born two years apart, and they were always very good friends.  In the photo on above, they are almost four and almost two years old. You can see what a big kid youngest son was. At this time, he weighed almost as much as oldest daughter even though she’s two years older. But she was definitely the older sister—very bossy, but also very protective.

 

On the right is another photo taken a couple of years later when she was six and he was four. I love it because they are holding hands—you can click on the photo to see that detail—and when I remember them together as younger children, that’s how I remember them. Oldest daughter was always watching out for her younger brother, and leading him around by the hand was one of the ways she watched out for him.

 

Once when they were only four and two, we lost them in a store and couldn’t find them anywhere. When we did find them, they were outside, just ready to cross the busy parking lot to get to our car. They had been looking for us, too, and had concluded that we must have forgotten them and left them behind. Oldest son was crying, and oldest daughter was holding his hand, talking very reassuringly to him, and watching for a safe opportunity for them to make it to the car. I don’t know what they’d have done when they got there and found that we weren’t there and the car was locked!

 

What you see in the background of this bottom photo is an old dredge that was used for  gold mining near Dawson City.

What special benefits do the members of the invisible church enjoy by Christ?

The members of the invisible church by Christ enjoy union and communion with him in grace and glory.[1]

1. John 17:21, 24

   … that they may all be one, just as you, Father, are in me, and I in you, that they also may be in us, so that the world may believe that you have sent me.
   
   O righteous Father, even though the world does not know you, I know you, and these know that you have sent me.

   Eph. 2:5-6

   even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved— and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus…

Question 65, Westminster Larger Catechism