Savior shine and cheer my soul

The change by John Newton


 * Savior shine and cheer my soul,
 * Bid my dying hopes revive;
 * Make my wounded spirit whole,
 * Far away the tempter drive:
 * Speak the word and set me free,
 * Let me live alone to thee.


 * Shall I sigh and pray in vain,
 * Wilt thou still refuse to hear;
 * Wilt thou not return again,
 * Must I yield to black despair?
 * Thou hast taught my heart to pray,
 * Canst thou turn thy face away?


 * Once I thought my mountain strong,
 * Firmly fixed no more to move;
 * Then thy grace was all my song,
 * Then my soul was filled with love:
 * Those were happy golden days,
 * Sweetly spent in prayer and praise.


 * When my friends have said, "Beware,
 * Soon or late you'll find a change;"
 * I could see no cause for fear,
 * Vain their caution seemed and strange:
 * Not a cloud obscured my sky,
 * Could I think a tempest nigh?


 * Little, then, myself I knew,
 * Little thought of Satan's pow'r;
 * Now I find their words were true,
 * Now I feel the stormy hour!
 * Sin has put my joys to flight,
 * Sin has changed my day to night.


 * Satan asks, and mocks my woe,
 * "Boaster, where is now your God?"
 * Silence, Lord, this cruel foe,
 * Let him know I'm bought with blood:
 * Tell him, since I know thy name,
 * Though I change thou art the same.