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My heart, how dreadful hard it is!

My heart, how dreadful hard it is!

Author: Isaac Watts
Published in 17 hymnals

Representative Text

1 My heart, how dreadful hard it is!
How heavy here it lies!
Heavy and cold within my breast,
Just like a rock of ice!

2 Sin like a raging tyrant sits
Upon this flinty throne,
And every grace lies buried deep
Beneath this heart of stone.

3 How seldom do I rise to God,
Or taste the joys above!
This mountain presses down my faith,
And chills my flaming love.

3 When smiling mercy courts my soul
With all its heavenly charms,
This stubborn, this relentless thing
Would thrust it from my arms.

5 Against the thunders of thy word
Rebellious I have stood,
My heart it shakes not at the wrath
And terrors of a God.

6 Dear Saviour, steep this rock of mine
In thine own crimson sea;
None but a bath of blood divine
Can melt the flint away.

Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #411

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: My heart, how dreadful hard it is!
Author: Isaac Watts
Meter: 8.6.8.6
Language: English

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Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #II.XCVIII

Hymns, Psalms, and Spiritual Songs, including Some Never Before in Print #d217

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Hymns, Selected and Original, for Public and Private Worship #411

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Hymns, Selected and Original #411

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Hymns #411

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Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.98

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Social Hymns, and Spiritual Songs #328

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The Baptist Harp #283

The Baptist Hymn Book, in Two Parts #d376

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The Columbian Repository #602

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The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #371

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The Psalms of David #II.XCVIII

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The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Rev. Isaac Watts, D. D. #B98

Zion's Hymns, for the Use of the Original Free-Will Baptist Church of North Carolina #d172

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