Isaac Watts wrote such hymns as Joy to the Word and
When I survey the wondrous cross on which the prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss and pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.
See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mind, that were a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all!
He also wrote :
Am I a soldier of the Cross, A follower of the Lamb,
And shall I fear to own his Cause Or blush to speak his name?
Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through blood-y seas?
One can see why our militia men-during the FIRST Revolution - when backed against a church-and having run out of wadding for their muskets-tore the pages from the hymnals to use as wadding and shouted a new battle cry "
GIVE THEM WATTS--BOYS!!!!!
Watts did not write wimpy hymns!
We serve a BOLD Savior >>>>
Thank you Z for this: