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How Full Of Anguish Is the Thought

How full of anguish is the thought

Author: Isaac Watts
Published in 13 hymnals

Representative Text

[How full of anguish is the thought,
How it distracts and tears my heart,
If God, at last, my sovereign Judge,
Should frown, and bid my soul "Depart!"]

Lord, when I quit this earthly stage,
Where shall I fly but to thy breast?
For I have sought no other home;
For I have learned no other rest.

I cannot live contented here
Without some glimpses of thy face;
And heav'n, without thy presence there,
Would be a dark and tiresome place.

When earthly cares engross the day,
And hold my thoughts aside from thee,
The shining hours of cheerful light
Are long and tedious years to me.

And if no evening visit's paid
Between my Savior and my soul,
How dull the night! how sad the shade!
How mournfully the minutes roll!

This flesh of mine might learn as soon
To live, yet part with all my blood;
To breathe when vital air is gone,
Or thrive and grow without my food.

[Christ is my light, my life, my care,
My blessed hope, my heav'nly prize;
Dearer than all my passions are,
My limbs, my bowels, or my eyes.]

[The strings that twine about my heart,
Tortures and racks may tear them off
But they can never, never part
With their dear hold of Christ my love.]

[My God! and can an humble child,
That loves thee with a flame so high,
Be ever from thy face exiled,
Without the pity of thine eye?

Impossible!-for thine own hands
Have tied my heart so fast to thee;
And in thy book the promise stands,
That where thou art thy friends must be.]

Source: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.100

Author: Isaac Watts

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 >

Text Information

First Line: How full of anguish is the thought
Title: How Full Of Anguish Is the Thought
Author: Isaac Watts
Language: English



Instances (1 - 13 of 13)
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Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #II.C

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Hymns for Social Worship #189

Parish Psalmody #d293

Parish Psalmody #d301


Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.100

Select Hymns #d79

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The Columbian Repository #604

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The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #392

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The Psalms of David #II.C

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The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Rev. Isaac Watts, D. D. #B100

The Western Harp #d80

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