[Let all our tongues be one
To praise our God on high,
Who from his bosom sent his Son
To fetch us strangers nigh.
Nor let our voices cease
To sing the Savior's name;
Jesus, th' ambassador of peace,
How cheerfully he came!
It cost him cries and tears
To bring us near to God;
Great was our debt, and he appears
To make the payment good.]
[My Savior's pierced side
Poured out a double flood;
By water we are purified,
And pardoned by the blood.
Infinite was our guilt,
But he, our Priest, atones;
On the cold ground his life was spilt,
And offered with his groans.]
Look up, my soul, to him
Whose death was thy desert,
And humbly view the living stream
Flow from his breaking heart.
There, on the cursed tree,
In dying pangs he lies,
Fulfils his Father's great decree,
And all our wants supplies.
Thus the Redeemer came
By water and by blood;
And when the Spirit speaks the same,
We feel his witness good.
While the eternal Three
Bear their record above,
Here I believe he died for me,
And seal my Savior's love.
[Lord, cleanse my soul from sin
Nor let thy grace depart;
Great Comforter, abide within,
And witness to my heart.]
Source: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #III.9
Isaac Watts was the son of a schoolmaster, and was born in Southampton, July 17, 1674. He is said to have shown remarkable precocity in childhood, beginning the study of Latin, in his fourth year, and writing respectable verses at the age of seven. At the age of sixteen, he went to London to study in the Academy of the Rev. Thomas Rowe, an Independent minister. In 1698, he became assistant minister of the Independent Church, Berry St., London. In 1702, he became pastor. In 1712, he accepted an invitation to visit Sir Thomas Abney, at his residence of Abney Park, and at Sir Thomas' pressing request, made it his home for the remainder of his life. It was a residence most favourable for his health, and for the prosecution of his literary… Go to person page >
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