Showing posts with label Isaac Watts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Isaac Watts. Show all posts
Isaac Watts on Creation and Providence
Posted by Bluegrass Endurance | Labels: Creation, Isaac Watts, Providence | Posted On Thursday, October 23, 2014 at 5:20 AM
I SING the almighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.
I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at His command
And all the stars obey.
I sing the goodness of the Lord
That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with His word.
And then pronounced them good.
There's not a plant or flower below
But makes His glories known.;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from His throne.
Creatures, as numerous as they be,
Are subject to His care;
There's not a place where we can flee
But God is present there.
His hand is my perpetual guard,
He keeps me with His eye;
Why should I then forget the Lord,
Who is for ever nigh?
Isaac Watts
(Divine Songs for Children - Song 2)
Isaac Watts on the Heart
Posted by Bluegrass Endurance | Labels: Heart, Isaac Watts | Posted On Friday, August 8, 2014 at 5:30 AM
“The great God values not the service of men if the heart be not in it: The Lord sees and judges the heart; He has no regard to outward forms of worship, if there be no inward adoration, if no devout affection be employed therein. It is therefore a matter of infinite importance, to have the whole heart engaged steadfastly for God.”
Isaac Watts
Isaac Watts Hymn: Nature With Open Volume Stands
Posted by Bluegrass Endurance | Labels: Christ, Cross, Grace, Isaac Watts, Nature | Posted On Wednesday, February 12, 2014 at 6:30 AM
Nature With Open Volume Stands
Nature with open volume stands,
To spread her Maker's praise abroad,
And ev'ry labor of His hands
Shows something worthy of our God.
To spread her Maker's praise abroad,
And ev'ry labor of His hands
Shows something worthy of our God.
But in the grace that rescued man
His brightest form of glory shines;
Here on the cross 'tis fairest drawn,
In precious blood and crimson lines.
His brightest form of glory shines;
Here on the cross 'tis fairest drawn,
In precious blood and crimson lines.
Here his whole name appears complete
Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove
Which of the letters is best writ,
The Pow'r, the Wisdom, or the Love.
Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove
Which of the letters is best writ,
The Pow'r, the Wisdom, or the Love.
Here I behold His inmost heart
Where grace and vengeance strangely join,
Here on the Cross 'tis fairest drawn
In precious blood and crimson lines.
Where grace and vengeance strangely join,
Here on the Cross 'tis fairest drawn
In precious blood and crimson lines.
O the sweet wonders of that Cross
Where God the Savior loved and died!
Her noblest life my spirit draws
From His dear wounds and bleeding side.
Where God the Savior loved and died!
Her noblest life my spirit draws
From His dear wounds and bleeding side.
I would for ever speak His name,
In sounds to mortal ears unknown,
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at His Father's throne.
In sounds to mortal ears unknown,
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at His Father's throne.
Isaac Watts
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