1 That awful day will surely come,
Th’appointed hour makes haste,
When I must stand before my Judge,
And pass the solemn test.
2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys,
Thou Sovereign of my heart,
How could I bear to hear Thy voice
Pronounce the sound, "Depart!"
3 O, wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove
And fix my dreadful station where
I must not taste His love!
4 Jesus, I throw my arms around
And hang upon Thy breast:
Without one gracious smile from Thee
My spirit cannot rest.
5 O, tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on Thy hands;
Show me some promise in Thy book
Where my salvation stands.
Amen.
Source: African Methodist Episcopal Church Hymnal #474
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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