(Letters of John Newton)
We are poor, weak, inconsistent creatures--if left but a little to ourselves.
When I think how cold, dull and heartless I have been; how often I have wandered, how often trifled upon the brink of temptation; when I consider what powerful, vigilant, and subtle enemies are combined against me; and how many professors have fallen on my right hand and my left--I am amazed at the greatness of His mercy in preserving me! I am a living commentary, that there is forgiveness with Him--and that He is able to save to the uttermost!
"Hold me up--and I shall be safe!" Psalm 119:117
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