Thanks for mercies past receive,
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us, henceforth, how to live
With eternity in view:
Bless thy word to young and old,
Fill us with a Saviour’s love;
And when life’s short tale is told,
May we dwell with thee above.
– John Newton from the Olney Hymns

From pole to pole let others roam
And search in vain for bliss
My soul is satisfied at home
The Lord my portion is

Jesus, who on his glorious throne
Rules heav’n and earth and sea
Is pleased to claim me for his own
And give himself to me

His person fixes all my love
His blood removes my fear
And while he pleads for me above
His arm preserves me here

His word of promise is my food
His Spirit is my guide
Thus daily is my strength renewed
And all my wants supplied

For him I count as gain each loss
Disgrace, for him, renown
Well may I glory in his cross
While he prepares my crown

Let worldlings then indulge their boast
How much they gain or spend
Their joys must soon give up the ghost
But mine shall know no end

 – John Newton from Olney Hymns
(Can be sung to the tune of Am I Soldier of the Cross?)