O God, how many are my fears!
How fast my foes increase!
Conspiring my eternal death,
they try to break my peace.
I cry, and from your holy hill
you bow a listening ear;
I call on you, my Lord and God,
and you subdue my fear.
You give soft slumbers to my eyes,
in spite of all my foes;
I wake, and wonder at the grace
which guarded my repose.
What though the hosts of death and hell,
all armed, against me stood!
Such foes shall shake my soul no more;
my refuge is in God.
Arise, O Lord! Fulfill your grace!
It moves my heart to sing!
My God will break the serpent's teeth,
and death has lost its sting.
Salvation is from you, O God;
your arm alone will save;
your blessings will attend us here
and reach beyond the grave.
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 >