Jesus! we bow before thy feet;
Thy table is divinely stored;
Thy sacred flesh our souls have eat,
'Tis living bread; we thank thee, Lord!
And here we drink our Savior's blood;
We thank thee, Lord, 'tis gen'rous wine
Mingled with love; the fountain flowed
From that dear bleeding heart of thine.
On earth is no such sweetness found,
For the Lamb's flesh is heav'nly food;
In vain we search the globe around
For bread so fine, or wine so good.
Carnal provisions can at best
But cheer the heart, or warm the head;
But the rich cordial that we taste
Gives life eternal to the dead.
Joy to the Master of the feast;
His name our souls for ever bless;
To God the King, and God the Priest,
A loud hosannah round the place.
Source: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #III.18
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 >
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