Twas for our sake, eternal God,
Thy Son sustain’d that heavy load
Of base reproach and sore disgrace,
And shame defil’d his sacred face.
Psalm 60 Poem by Isaac Watts Lord, hast thou cast the nation off?Must we for ever mourn?Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath?Shall mercy ne’er return? The terror of one frown of thineMelts all our strength away;Like men that totter drunk with wine,We tremble in dismay. Great […]