O how I love your holy law!
It’s daily my delight!
From you my meditations draw
divine advice by night.
If I’m a stranger, or at home,
it’s my perpetual feast;
Not honey dropping from the comb
So much allures my taste.
No treasures so enrich the mind;
nor shall your word be sold
for loads of silver well refined,
nor heaps of choicest gold.
When nature sinks, and spirits droop,
your promises of grace
are pillars to support my hope,
and there I’ll write my praise!
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 >
Display Title: O how I love your holy lawFirst Line: O how I love your holy lawTune Title: DUBOISAuthor: Isaac WattsMeter: CMDScripture: Psalm 119:19; Psalm 119:49; Psalm 119:72; Psalm 119:97; Psalm 119:103; Psalm 119:127; Psalm 119:175Date: 2014Source: Psalm 119, 5th Part, alt.