“Or wash thee in Christ’s blood, which hath this might,
That being red, it dyes red souls to white. “

Addressed to “my black soul,” John Donne, Holy Sonnets, IV.

“Lord, there are no streams but thine,
Can assuage a thirst like mine!
’Tis a thirst thyself didst give,
Let me therefore drink and live.”

John Newton, Olney Hymns, Book 3 (Hymn 94).

“We praise thee, and would praise thee more,

To thee our all we owe;
The precious Savior, and the pow’r

That makes him precious too.”

William Cowper, “Praise for Faith,” Olney Hymns, Book 3 (Hymn 80).

“One view of Jesus as he is,
Will strike all sin for ever dead.”

William Cowper, “Hatred of Sin,” Olney Hymns, Book 3 (Hymn 64).

“Grace bid me live, and taught my tongue
To aim at notes divine;
And grace accepts my feeble song,

The glory, Lord, be thine!

John Newton, “The Power of Grace,” Olney Hymns, Book 3 (Hymn 60).

“While I lived without the Lord,
(If I might be said to live)
Nothing could relief afford,
Nothing satisfaction give.

Empty hopes and groundless fear,

Moved by turns my anxious mind;
Like a feather in the air,
Made the sport of every wind.”

John Newton, “Freedom from Care,” Olney Hymns, Book 3 (Hymn 55).

“’Tis a strange mysterious life
I live from day to day;
Light and darkness, peace and strife,

Bear an alternate sway;

When I think the battle won
I have to fight it o’er again;
When I say I’m overthrown,
Relief I soon obtain.”

John Newton, “Bitter and Sweet,” Olney Hymns, Book 3 (Hymn 27).

“The love thy bleeding cross displays,
The hardest heart subdues;
Here furious lions while they gaze,

Their rage and fierceness lose.

Yet we are but renewed in part,
The lion still remains;
Lord, drive him wholly from my heart,

Or keep him fast in chains.”

John Newton, “The tamed lion,” Olney Hymns, Book 2 (Hymn 93).

“. . . you are accountable to God for your time. Time is a talent given us by God; he hath set us our day; and it is not for nothing, our day was appointed for some work; therefore he will, at the day’s end, call us to an account. We must give account to him of the improvement of all our time.”

Jonathan Edwards, Sermon on Ephesians 5.16 (Works, 2.235); cited in T. M. Moore, Consider the Lilies: A Plea for Creational Theology (Phillipsburg: P&R, 2005), 168, n. 4.

“God has tried you with a great deal of kindness, and he never has sincerely been thanked by you for any of it. God has watched over you, and preserved you, and provided for you, and followed you with mercy all your days; and yet you have continued sinning against him. He has given you food and raiment, but you have improved both for the service of sin. He has preserved you while you slept; but when you arose, it was to return to the old trade of sinning. God, notwithstanding this ingratitude, has still continued his mercy; but his kindness has never won your heart, or brought you to a more grateful behavior towards him.”

Jonathan Edwards, Sermon on Romans 3.19 (Works, 1.673); cited in T. M. Moore, Consider the Lilies: A Plea for Creational Theology (Phillipsburg: P&R, 2005), 151, n. 15.