1 Come, let us lift our voices high,
High as our joys arise;
And join the songs above the sky,
Where pleasure never dies.
2 Jesus, the Lord that fought and bled,
How kind his smiles appear!
What melting, soothing words he says
To ev'ry humble ear!
3 "For you, the opbjects of my love,
It was for you I died.
Behold my hands, behold my feet,
And look into my side.
4 "These are the wounds for you I bore,
The tokens of my pains,
When I came down to free your souls
From misery and chains."
5 We give thee, Lord, our highest praise
For goodness so divine:
O may we ever feel thy grace,
And die to ev'ry sin!
Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #140
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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