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Isaac WattsIsaac Watts and the Emergence of Hymnody

Where reason fails,
With all her pow'rs,
There faith prevails
And love adores.


"...if we can pray to God in sentences that we have made up ourselves (instead of confining ourselves to the Our Father and other prayers taken directly from the Scriptures), then surely we can sing to God in sentences that we have made up ourselves."

Turn, turn us mighty God,
And mould our souls afresh;
Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone,
And give us hearts of flesh

Readings

Selections from Watts' letters, a short biography, a sermon, and numerous hymns.

Historical Situation/Pastoral Need

Worship Innovation

Publication of Psalms and Hymns (1718)

Contemporary Application

Related Links:
The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts from the CCEL
A short biography of Watts' life
Watts' page at The Cyber Hymnal, including links to hundreds of his hymns

Our God, Our Help in Ages Past (Ps. 90)

Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.

Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.

Thy Word commands our flesh to dust,
"Return, ye sons of men:"
All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.

A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.

The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by the flood,
And lost in following years.

Time, like an ever rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

Like flowery fields the nations stand
Pleased with the morning light;
The flowers beneath the mower's hand
Lie withering ere 'tis night.

Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.