A Believer, free from care, <br />May in chains, or dungeons, sing, <br />If the Lord be with him there; <br />And he happier than a king: <br />Paul and Silas thus confined, <br />Though their backs were torn by whips, <br />Yet possessing peace of mind, <br />Sung his praise wish joyful lips. <br /> <br />Suddenly the prison shook, <br />Open flew the iron doors; <br />And the jailer, terror-struck, <br />Now his captives' help implores: <br />Trembling at their feet he fell, <br />Tell me, Sirs, what must I do <br />To be saved from guilt and hell? <br />None can tell me this but you. <br /> <br />Look to Jesus, they replied, <br />If on Him thou canst believe; <br />By the death which he has died, <br />Thou salvation shalt receive: <br />While the living word he heard, <br />Faith sprung up within his heart; <br />And released from all he feared, <br />In their joy his soul had part. <br /> <br />Sinners, Christ is still the same, <br />O that you could likewise fear! <br />Then the mention of his name <br />Would be music to your ear: <br />Jesus rescues Satan's slaves, <br />His dear wounds still plead, Forgive! <br />Jesus to the utmost saves; <br />Sinners, look to him and live.<br /><br />John Newton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-trembling-jailer/
