Psalm 40 Poem v.6-9 The incarnation and sacrifice of Christ by Isaac Watts Thus saith the Lord, Your work is vain,Give your burnt offerings o’er;In dying goats, and bullocks slain,My soul delights no more. Then spake the Savior, “Lo, I’m here,My God, to do Thy […]
When I’m afflicted, poor and low,
And light and peace depart,
My God beholds my heavy woe,
And bears me on his heart.
I’m but a sojourner below,
As all my fathers were;
May I be well prepared to go,
When I the summons hear
Teach me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my frame;
I would survey life’s narrow space,
And learn how frail I am
.. if some proper hour appear,
I’ll not be overawed,
But let the scoffing sinners hear
That I can speak for God
All my desire to thee is known,
Thine eye counts every tear;
And every sigh, and every groan,
Is noticed by thine ear
My God, the steps of pious men
Are ordered by Thy will;
Though they should fall, they rise again,
Thy hand supports them still.
When sinners fall, the righteous stand,
Preserved from every snare;
They shall possess the promised land,
And dwell for ever there.
Why should I vex my soul, and fret
To see the wicked rise?
Or envy sinners waxing great
By violence and lies?
Life, like a fountain rich and free,
Springs from the presence of the Lord;
And in thy light our souls shall see
The glories promised in thy word.
The tallest of the mountains
And the deepest of the seas
Are smaller than your faithfulness
That surely covers me
Love to Enemies Isaac Watts Behold the love, the gen’rous love,That holy David shows;Hark, how his sounding bowels moveTo his afflicted foes! When they are sick his soul complains,And seems to feel the smart;The spirit of the gospel reigns,And melts his pious heart. How did […]
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