A Memorial of the Unchangeable Goodness of God,

under Changing Dispensation

"To my dearest dear, on the return of our Wedding Day 12 February 1775."

The Lord gave _

1.         For what this day recalls to mind

My praise to God is due;

How many blessings he designed

To give, in giving you.


2.         When hating, hateful and forlorn

In Afric’s wilds I strayed,

His hand secured my safe return,

But you, the means, was made.


3.         How little, then, could be foreseen

My path in future life!

But he prepared each following scene

By making you my wife.


4.         The happy day that joined our hands

(Sweet prelude to his grace)

More firm, in my remembrance, stands

Than if engraved in brass.


5.         But, ah! my heart, by sin betrayed

(How painful is the thought)

Soon, of the gift, an idol made,

The Giver soon forgot!


6.         How justly might some sudden turn

Have parted us again;

And left my guilty soul to mourn

In agony and pain!


7.         But though we both, and chiefly I,

For good have rendered ill,

His mercy has been always nigh,

His hand preserves us still.


8.         With mutual love, and peace, and health,

And friends, he has us blest;

And if not what the world calls wealth,

We have enough possessed.


9.         From place to place, from year to year

The Lord has been our guide;

A sure resource in time of fear,

When all has failed beside.


10.      Thus five and twenty times the sun

Has trod his annual path;

And we apace are posting on

To meet the hour of death!


11.      Sure none a happier life have known

Than ours throughout has been;

But could we covet, now ‘tis gone,

To live it o’er again?


12.      Like chequered cloth the warp with love

And comforts has been spread;

But cares and crosses interwove

Have furnished half the thread.


13.      Yes! even we, who so much joy,

Such sweet endearments know,

Have found that something will annoy

And tarnish all below!


14.      Yet every cross a mercy is,

A blessing every thorn,

That tells us, here is not our bliss,

We were for nobler born.


15.      That I am hers, and she is mine,

Invites my feeble lays;

But Saviour, that we both are thine,

Demands my highest praise.


16.      With thee, dear Lord, who rulest all

The wise appointment lies;

To which of us the lot must fall

To close the other’s eyes!


17.      Then all our intercourse while here

(How happy and how kind!)

Will like a fleeting dream appear,

Which leaves no trace behind.


18.      Prepare us every day we live,

For that important hour;

And when it shall at length arrive,

Support us with thy power.


19.      Who first departs, may thy kind smile

Strengthen, with joy to go;

And the survivor reconcile

To stay a while below.


20.      Then, may it seem of little weight,

Which of us goes before;

Secure that we shall surely meet

To part again no more.


21.      O with what wonder, joy and praise

Our souls shall then review

The snares and mercies of the ways

We were conducted through!

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St Margaret's

where John Newton
married Mary Catlett

[see marriage register]

on 1 February 1749/50 (Old Style)

equivalent to
12 February 1750 (New Style)

when the Julian Calendar
was replaced by
the Gregorian Calendar in 1752

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