Hymn 77
John Newton
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A brand plucked out of the fire.
Zech 3:1-596 With Satan, my accuser near, My spirit trembled when I saw The LORD in majesty appear, And heard the language of his law. | In vain I wished and strove to hide The tattered filthy rags I wore; While my fierce foe, insulting cried, “See what you trusted in before!” | Struck dumb, and left without a plea, I heard my gracious Savior say, “Know, Satan, I this sinner free, I died to take his sins away. | This is a brand which I in love, To save from wrath and sin design; In vain thy accusations prove, I answer all, and claim him mine.” | At his rebuke the tempter fled; Then he removed my filthy dress; “Poor sinner take this robe, he said, It is thy Savior’s righteousness. | And see, a crown of life prepared! That I might thus thy head adorn; I thought no shame or suff’ring hard, But wore, for thee, a crown of thorn.” | O how I heard these gracious words! They broke and healed my heart at once; Constrained me to become the Lord’s, And all my idol–gods renounce. | Now, Satan, thou hast lost thy aim, Against this brand thy threats are vain; JESUS has plucked it from the flame, And who shall put it in again? | |