1 The Lord--how fearful is his name!
How wide is his command!
Nature, with all her moving frame,
Rests on his mighty hand.
2 Immortal glory forms his throne,
And light his awful robe;
While with a smile, or with a frown,
He manages the globe.
3 A word of his almighty breath
Can swell or sink the seas;
Build the vast empires of the earth,
Or break them, as he please.
4 On angels, with unveiled face,
His glory beams above;
On men he looks with softest grace,
And takes his title, Love.
5 Now let the Lord forever reign,
And sway us as he will;
Sick or in health, in ease or pain,
We are his children still.
6 No more shall peevish passion rise,
The tongue no more complain;
'Tis sovereign love that lends our joys,
And love resumes again.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #51
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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