Beautiful Words

Thursday, March 31, 2005

But there’s a voice of princely grace
   Sounds from God’s holy Word;
Ho! ye poor captive sinners, come,
   And trust upon the Lord.

My soul obeys the sovereign call,
   And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord,
   Oh, help my unbelief.

To the blest fountain of thy blood,
   Incarnate God, I fly,
To wash my soul from scarlet stains,
   And sins of deepest dye.

A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
   Into thy hands I fall;
Thou art the Lord, my righteousness,
   My Savior, my all.

-Isaac Watts, as quoted by J.I. Packer in Knowing God.

Oh! to grace how great a debtor
   Daily I’m constrained to be;
Let that grace now, like a fetter,
   Bind my wandering heart to Thee!
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
   Prone to leave the God I love–
Take my heart, oh, take and seal it,
   Seal it for thy courts above!

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing


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