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Let him embrace my soul, and prove

Let him embrace my soul, and prove

Author: Isaac Watts
Published in 12 hymnals

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Let him embrace my soul, and prove
Mine interest in his heav'nly love;
The voice that tells me, "Thou art mine,"
Exceeds the blessings of the vine.

On thee th' anointing Spirit came,
And spreads the savor of thy name;
That oil of gladness and of grace
Draws virgin souls to meet thy face.

Jesus, allure me by thy charms,
My soul shall fly into thine arms!
Our wand'ring feet thy favors bring
To the fair chambers of the King.

[Wonder and pleasure tune our voice
To speak thy praises and our joys;
Our memory keeps this love of thine
Beyond the taste of richest wine.]

Though in ourselves deformed we are,
And black as Kedar's tents appear,
Yet, when we put thy beauties on,
Fair as the courts of Solomon.

[While at his table sits the King,
He loves to see us smile and sing;
Our graces are our best perfume,
And breathe like spikenard round the room.]

As myrrh new bleeding from the tree,
Such is a dying Christ to ine
And while he makes my soul his guest,
My bosom, Lord, shall be thy rest.

[No beams of cedar or of fir
Can with thy courts on earth compare;
And here we wait, until thy love
Raise us to nobler seats above.]



Source: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #558

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 >

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A Choice Selection of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians #77

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Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #I.LXVI

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Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.66

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The Columbian Repository #418

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The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #558

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The Psalms of David #I.LXVI

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The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Rev. Isaac Watts, D. D. #A66

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The Reformed Methodist Pocket Hymnal #II.72

The Universalist Hymn Book #d256

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The Universalist Hymn-Book #391

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