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The Works of the Rev. John Newton ... to which are Prefixed Memoirs of His Life, &c

This book is a compilation of the religious writings and personal memoirs of the Rev. John Newton, a prominent 18th-century Anglican clergyman and hymnwriter. The volume includes Newton's reflections on his life and spiritual journey, as well as his theological and devotional works. more

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John Newton
John Newton

John Newton was an English writer known for his religious work 'The Parable of the Prodigal Son'. Born on July 24, 1725, he passed away on December 21, 1807. Newton's life was marked by transformation, moving from a tobacco merchant to a devout Christian and a priest in the Church of England. more

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“Friends come back from their worship with a new sense of ordination, but not the ordination of human hands. Something has happened in the stillness that makes the heart more tender, more sensitive, more shocked by evil, more dedicated to ideals of life, and more eager to push back the skirts of darkness and to widen the area of light and love.”

“Whatever his secret was, I have learnt one secret too, and namely: that the soul is but a manner of being - not a constant state - that any soul may be yours, if you find and follow its undulations. The hereafter may be the full ability of consciously living in any chosen soul, in any number of souls, all of them unconscious of their interchangeable burden.”

“At that moment his soul is fuller of the tomb and him who lies there than of the altar and Him of whom it speaks. Such stages have to be gone through, I believe, by all young and brave souls, who must win their way through hero-worship to the worship of Him who is the King and Lord of heroes.”

“He rose and turned toward the lights of town. The tidepools bright as smelterpots among the dark rocks where the phosphorescent seacrabs clambered back. Passing through the salt grass he looked back. The horse had not moved. A ship's light winked in the swells. The colt stood against the horse with its head down and the horse was watching, out there past men's knowing, where the stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.”