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Annotations of the Hymnal
Charles L. Hutchins, 1872

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 favorable for his health, and for the prosecution of his literary labors. He did not retire from ministerial duties, but preached as often as his delicate health would permit.

The number of Watts’ publications is very large. His collected works, first published in 1720, embrace sermons, treatises, poems and hymns. His Horae Lyricae was published in December, 1705. His Hymns appeared in July, 1707. The first hymn he is said to have composed for religious worship, is “Behold the glories of the Lamb” written at the age of twenty. It is as a writer of psalms and hymns that he is everywhere known. Some of his hymns were written to be sung after his sermons, giving expression to the meaning of the text upon which he had preached. Montgomery calls Watts “the greatest name among hymn-writers,” and the honor can hardly be disputed. His published hymns number more than eight hundred.

Watts died November 25, 1748, and was buried at Bunhill Fields. A monumental statue was erected in Southampton, his native place, and there is also a monument to his memory in the South Choir of Westminster Abbey. “Happy,” says the great contemporary champion of Anglican orthodoxy, “will be that reader whose mind is disposed, by his verses or his prose, to imitate him in all but his non-conformity, to copy his benevolence to men, and his reverence to God.” (Memorials of Westminster Abbey, p. 325)

Annotations upon Popular Hymns
Charles Seymour Robinson, 1893

Rev. Isaac Watts, D. D., was descended on his mother’s side from a Huguenot family, who by the persecutions were driven from France into England in the early part of Queen Elizabeth’s reign. There seems to have been trouble all along the line, for he himself has left some memoranda concerning the wild times of Charles II. He writes that his father, who became a deacon in the Independent or Congregational Church of Southampton, was, in 1683, “persecuted and imprisoned for non-conformity six months; and was after that forced to leave his family and live privately for two years.” Indeed, this was not his first incarceration for conscience’s sake. His pastor also had been ejected as far back as 1662, and on the recall of the Declaration of Indulgence, in 1674, was subjected to still greater violence. The two men, preacher and deacon together, seem to have been put in confinement at the same time: and it is said that Isaac Watts’ mother, with her babe in her arms, sat more than once in her distress on the stone at the gate of the prison.

The child was born July 17, 1674, and not till William of Orange came over and revolutionized England did better days for him commence. He continued his studies in London, but passed many of his intervening years in the old parish at Southampton. He wrote rhymes for his mother’s delectation when he was seven, but not until he reached a promising precocity of eighteen did he display his power. Whether the congregation used the rough verses of Sternhold and Hopkins, or whether they were afflicted by those (no better) of Barton, it cannot be settled now: but one time he startled the grave officers of the parish by expressing his disgust with the performance. “Give us something which will be better, young man!” they replied. He took up the challenge at once, and offered his first hymn; this the people sang at the close of the evening service. It was the one beginning, “Behold the glories of the Lamb.” In most of the collections of his poems this can be found; but when a choice had to be made for modern uses, the preference soon was given to those which were the fruit of his maturer experience.

However, his work was cordially accepted; and each evening for a long time he presented a fresh composition, until he had given them at last two hundred and twenty-two in all; these they printed in a portable form for local use.

It is admitted now that this one writer has done more for the Church in this line of Christian usefulness than any other. He gave a new impulse to the service of God’s praise, and worthily bears the name of the “Father of English Hymnody.”

Dictionary of Hymnology
John Julian, 1907

Watts, Isaac, D.D. The father of Dr. Watts was a respected Nonconformist, and at the birth of the child, and during its infancy, twice suffered imprisonment for his religious convictions. In his later years he kept a flourishing boarding school at Southampton. Isaac, the eldest of his nine children, was born in that town July 17, 1674. His taste for verse showed itself in early childhood. He was taught Greek, Latin, and Hebrew by Mr. Pinhorn, rector of All Saints, and headmaster of the Grammar School, in Southampton. The splendid promise of the boy induced a physician of the town and other friends to offer him an education at one of the Universities for eventual ordination in the Church of England: but this he refused; and entered a Nonconformist Academy at Stoke Newington in 1690, under the care of Mr. Thomas Rowe, the pastor of the Independent congregation at Girdlers’ Hall. Of this congregation he became a member in 1693. Leaving the Academy at the age of twenty, he spent two years at home; and it was then that the bulk of the Hymns and Spiritual Songs (published 1707-9) were written, and sung from manuscripts in the Southampton Chapel. The hymn “Behold the glories of the Lamb” is said to have been the first he composed, and written as an attempt to raise the standard of praise. In answer to requests, others succeeded. The hymn “There is a land of pure delight” is said to have been suggested by the view across Southampton Water. The next six years of Watts’ life were again spent at Stoke Newington, in the post of tutor to the son of an eminent Puritan, Sir John Hartopp; and to the intense study of these years must be traced the accumulation of the theological and philosophical materials which he published subsequently, and also the life-long enfeeblement of his constitution.

Hymns Ancient and Modern: Historical Edition
William H. Frere, 1909

Isaac Watts, eldest son of Isaac Watts, a Schoolmaster at Southampton, was born in that town July 17, 1674. He was educated at Southampton, and at a Nonconformist Academy at Stoke Newington. He was Tutor in the family of Sir John Hartopp, Bart., 1696; and Pastor of the Independent Congregation in Mark Lane, 1702. The University of Edinburgh gave him the hon. degree of D.D. in 1728. His Hymns and Spiritual Songs were published in 1707; and his Psalms of David in 1719. He is the real founder of English hymnody. From 1712 he was a confirmed invalid, and died November 25, 1748. He was buried in Bunhill Fields, and a monument was erected to his memory in Westminster Abbey. Dictionary of National Biography lx. 67. Hymns 41, 120, 199, 214, 317, 343, 373, 385, 403.

The Hymns and Hymn Writers of The Church
Charles S. Nutter & Wilbur F. Tillett, 1911

Isaac Watts may be considered the father of English hymnody. The beginning of the eighteenth century marks a distinct period in the history of hymnology. The apostle of the new departure was Dr. Isaac Watts. He was the first to see the real need, and in large measure he succeeded in supplying it. (See note under No. 167.) He was born at Southampton July 17, 1674. He was a precocious child; learned to read almost as soon as he could articulate, and wrote verses when a little boy. He was firmly attached to the principles of the Nonconformists, for which his father had suffered imprisonment, and was therefore compelled to decline the advantages of the great English universities, which at that time received only Church of England students. He availed himself, however, of the privilege of attending a Dissenting academy in London, taught by Mr. Thomas Rowe, where he applied himself to study with uncommon diligence and success. During his school days it was his habit frequently to attempt poetry both in English and in Latin, according to the custom of the time. In this manner he was unconsciously preparing himself for a long, brilliant, and useful career. In 1705 he published his first volume of poems, Horæ Lyricae, which was received with approbation in Great Britain and America, and gave the author, in the opinion of the learned Dr. Johnson, an honorable place among English poets. His Hymns and Spiritual Songs appeared in 1707; Psalms, in 1719; and Divine Songs for Children, in 1720. One characteristic of Watts’ hymns is majesty. He is bold, massive, tremendous. This was not his only style of writing; some of his hymns are very pathetic. For example, “When I survey the wondrous cross” and “Alas! and did my Savior bleed.” Grandeur was his forte, but he could be as simple as a child and as tender as a mother. The same hand that wrote

Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love,

also wrote the familiar little cradle song,

Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber;
Holy angels guard thy bed.

He became pastor of an Independent Church in London in 1702. He was so feeble that much of the time the work of the parish was done by an assistant, but he held the place nominally until his death. Dr. Watts never married. In 1713 he was invited to the elegant and hospitable home of Sir Thomas Abney. Years later he wrote to Lady Huntingdon: “This day thirty years I came hither to the house of my good friend Sir Thomas Abney, intending to spend but one single week under his friendly roof; and I have extended my visit to exactly the length of thirty years.” He issued many works in prose as well as in poetry, amounting altogether to fifty-two publications. He lived to be seventy-five years of age, and was for many years before his death recognized as a patriarch among the Dissenting clergy. He died November 25, 1748. Westminster Abbey, that vast mausoleum of England’s heroes, statesmen, poets, and saints, has been honored with a memorial of this great, good man. Underneath a bust of the poet the artist has sculptured Watts sitting at a table writing, while behind and above him an angel is whispering heavenly thoughts. The design is artistic and very appropriate. This Hymnal contains fifty-three hymns by Dr. Watts.

A Broken Heart, My God, My King 266
Alas! And Did My Savior Bleed? 146
Am I a Soldier of the Cross? 393
Awake, Our Souls! Away, Our Fears! 405
Before Jehovah’s Awful Throne 6
Begin, My Tongue, Some Heavenly Theme 89
Behold the Glories of the Lamb 167
Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove 183
Come, Let Us Join Our Cheerful Songs 24
Come, Sound His Praise Abroad 3
Come, Ye That Love the Lord 22
Eternal Power, Whose High Abode 17
Father, How Wide Thy Glory Shines 79
From All That Dwell Below the Skies 5
Give Me the Wings of Faith to Rise 606
God Is the Name My Soul Adores 80
God Is the Refuge of His Saints 218
Great God! Attend, While Zion Sings 213
Hear What the Voice from Heaven Proclaims 588
He Dies! The Friend of Sinners Dies! 165
How Pleasant, How Divinely Fair 215
How Sad Our State by Nature Is! 268
How Shall the Young Secure Their Hearts? 204
I’ll Praise My Maker While I’ve Breath 534
I’m Not Ashamed to Own My Lord 441
Jesus Shall Reign Where’er the Sun 631
Jesus, Thou Everlasting King 7
Joy to the World! The Lord Is Come 107
Let All on Earth Their Voices Raise 9
Long Have I Sat Beneath the Sound 281
Lord, How Secure and Blest Are They 439
Lord, in the Morning Thou Shalt Hear 41
My Dear Redeemer and My Lord 140
My God, the Spring of All My Joys 535
My Soul, Repeat His Praise 94
Now Let the Father, and the Son 719
O God, Our Help in Ages Past 577
Plunged in a Gulf of Dark Despair 242
Salvation! O the Joyful Sound! 287
Show Pity, Lord; O Lord, Forgive 270
Sweet Is the Work, My God, My King 71
The God of Mercy Be Adored 721
The Heavens Declare Thy Glory, Lord 202
The Lord Jehovah Reigns 81
There Is a Land of Pure Delight 604
Thus Far the Lord Hath Led Me On 51
Unveil Thy Bosom, Faithful Tomb 586
Welcome, Sweet Day of Rest 64
When I Can Read My Title Clear 440
When I Survey the Wondrous Cross 141
Why Do We Mourn Departing Friends? 595
Why Should the Children of a King? 299
Why Should We Start and Fear to Die? 581

The Methodist Hymn-Book Illustrated
John Telford, 1909

Isaac Watts was bom at Southampton, and was the eldest of the nine children of Enoch Watts, a Nonconformist schoolmaster, who twice suffered imprisonment for his religious convictions. The poet’s grandfather, Thomas Watts, sailed with Blake, and blew up his ship during the Dutch War in 1656, perishing along with her. The boy was taught Greek, Latin, and Hebrew by Mr. Pinhom, Rector of All Saints, Southampton, and head master of the Grammar School. In 1690 he entered the Nonconformist Academy at Stoke Newington, kept by Rev. Thomas Rowe, who was also pastor of the Independent Church at Girdlers’ Hall. After about four years he returned home at the age of twenty, and spent two years in Southampton. Large part of his Hymns and Spiritual Songs, published 1707-9, was written during these two years, and sung from manuscript at the Independent chapel. ‘Behold the glories of the Lamb’ is said to have been his first effort. He complained to his father, one of the deacons at the meeting-house, of the jolting meter of the psalms sung and the dull hymns of William Barton, which long held the field because of the lack of good stuff, and was told somewhat sharply to produce something better. The result was seen next Sunday, when his first hymn was sung, with a little allusion to his reprover at the end–

Prepare new honors for His name,
And songs before unknown.

He was asked to write another hymn for the following week. For two years he produced a new one each Sunday. He was the first to understand the nature of the want in public worship, and led the way in providing for it. For six years he was tutor to Sir John Hartopp’s son at Stoke Newington. He preached his first sermon when he was twenty-four, and in 1698 became assistant, and in 1702 pastor, of the famous Mark Lane Chapel, which Sir John Hartopp and other noted persons attended. His health soon began to fail, and in 1712 he became the guest of Sir Thomas Abney. In the Abney family he remained for thirty-six years, first at Theobalds, in Herts, a hunting lodge of James I, and then for thirteen years at Stoke Newington. Once when Lady Huntingdon called on him, he said, ‘Madam, you have come to see me on a very remarkable day. This day thirty years I came hither to the house of my good friend, Sir Thomas, intending to spend but a week under his hospitable roof, and I have extended my visit to thirty odd years.’ ‘Sir,’ said Lady Abney, ‘what you term a long thirty years’ visit, I consider as the shortest visit my family ever received.’

His Logic was once a famous book, and his Catechisms, Scripture History, and other works, were used largely in the training of the young. He was buried in Bunhill Fields, and a monument was erected to him in Westminster Abbey. It is said that his income never exceeded £100 a year, of which he spent a third in charity.

Dr. Watts was not much above five feet in height, but Dr. Johnson says the ‘gravity and propriety of his utterance made his discourses very efficacious.’ He was a master ‘in the art of pronunciation, and had wonderful flow of thoughts and promptitude of language. Johnson’s praise halts when he approaches the hymns. ‘His devotional poetry is, like that of others, unsatisfactory. The paucity of his topics enforces perpetual repetition, and the sanctity of the matter rejects the ornaments of figurative diction. It is sufficient for Watts to have done better than others what no man has done well.’

His Horae Lyricae appeared in 1706; Hymns and Spiritual Songs, 1707; Divine and Moral Songs for the Use of Children, prepared for Lady Abney’s three little daughters, 1715; Psalms of David, 1719.

James Montgomery called him the inventor of hymns in our language. The extreme poverty of hymns at that time ensured his work marvellous popularity. He does not always rise to the height of his task, but he wrote for ordinary people. ‘The metaphors are generally sunk to the level of vulgar capacities. If the verse appears so gentle and flowing as to incur the censure of feebleness, I may honestly affirm that it sometimes cost me labor to make it so. Some of the beauties of poesy are neglected, and some wilfully defaced, lest a more exalted turn of thought or language should darken or disturb the devotions of the weakest souls.’

‘Few have left such a solid contribution to our best hymns as Isaac Watts, and no one has so deeply impressed himself on their structure.’ His advance beyond his predecessors shows the service he rendered to sacred song. ‘His faults are bombast and doggerel. Turgid epithets and tawdry ornaments were the fashion of the time; and they probably advertised his hymns in literary circles, as they did in a parallel case, that of the New Version.’ His hymns have a unity and sense of proportion which were lacking in earlier hymns. This arose partly from the slow singing of the day, and ‘the preacher’s habit of condensing into a hymn, given out at the close, the substance or application of his sermon. Watts is the real founder of English hymnody. Josiah Conder says, ‘He was the first who succeeded in overcoming the prejudice which opposed the introduction of hymns into our public worship.’ Earl Selbome writes, ‘It has been the fashion with some to disparage Watts, as if he had never risen above the level of his Hymns for Little Children. No doubt his taste is often faulty, and his style very unequal; but, looking to the good, and disregarding the large quantity of inferior matter, it is probable that more hymns which approach to a very high standard of excellence, and are at the same time suitable for congregational use, may be found in his works than in those of any other English writer. As long as pure nervous English, unaffected fervor, strong simplicity, and liquid yet manly sweetness are admitted to be characteristics of a good hymn, works such as these must command admiration.’

Dr. Watts’ Psalms are paraphrases rather than translations. They sometimes lack restraining reverence, and are disfigured by turgid epithets and gaudy ornament, but they are often very noble, and light up the Psalms with gospel meaning. To use his own words, he makes David a Christian. Four thousand copies were sold in the first year of publication. His Divine Songs for Children, with a woodcut at the head of each hymn, gave the young their distinct place in worship.

Doddridge says, in his Life of Colonel James Gardiner, that the brave soldier used to repeat aloud or sing hymns as he rode on his military duties. He quotes a letter from the colonel in reference to Dr. Watts: ‘How often, in singing some of his psalms, hymns, or lyrics on horseback, and elsewhere, has the evil spirit been made to flee

Whene’er my heart in tune is found,
Like David’s harp of solemn sound!’

The version of Psalm 126, ‘When God revealed His gracious name,’ greatly delighted him, and that of Psalm 146, ‘as well as several others of that excellent person’s poetical composures.’ So Doddridge describes them. He quotes a letter in which Colonel Gardiner says, ‘I have been in pain these several years, lest that excellent person, that sweet singer in our Israel, should have been called to heaven before I had an opportunity of letting him know how much his works have been blessed to me, and, of course, of returning him my hearty thanks. I desire to bless God for the good news of his recovery, and entreat you to tell him, that although I cannot keep pace with him here in celebrating the high praises of our glorious Redeemer, which is the greatest grief of my heart, yet I am persuaded that when I join the glorious company above, where there will be no drawbacks, none will outsing me there, because I shall not find any that will be more indebted to the wonderful riches of divine grace than I.’

When Commodore Perry anchored off Japan in 1853-4, service was held on his flagship. The naval band struck up this hymn to the Old Hundredth, while thousands listened on the shore.

Dr. Dempster, of Garrett Biblical Institute, Ill., was on his way with his wife and two brother missionaries to South Africa. They were chased for three days by a pirate vessel, and when there seemed no hope of escape, all joined in singing this hymn and in prayer. The pirate ship changed her course, and left them in peace.
A Broken Heart, My God, My KingRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Ah, How Shall Fallen Man?Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Alas! And Did My Savior BleedRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Am I a Soldier of the Cross?Rev. Isaac Watts, circa 1723
And Must This Body Die?Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Arise, My Soul, Fly Up and RunRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Arise, My Soul, My Joyful PowersRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Arise, O King of Grace, AriseRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
As when the Hebrew Prophet RaisedRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), altered
At Thy Command, Our Dearest LordRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Awake, and Sing the SongWilliam Hammond, 1745: altered by Rev. George Whitefield, 1753, and Rev. Martin Madan, 1760
Awake, My Soul, to Sound His PraiseRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Awake Our Souls, Away Our FearsRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Before Jehovah’s Awful ThroneRev. Isaac Watts, 1706, 1719: altered by Rev. John Wesley (1703-1791)
Begin, My Tongue, Some Heavenly ThemeRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Behold the Amazing Gift of LoveRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), altered
Behold the Glories of the LambRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Behold, the Morning SunRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Behold the Sure Foundation-StoneRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Behold Thy Waiting Servant, Lord!Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Behold What Wondrous GraceRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Bless, O My Soul! The Living GodRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Blessed Are the Souls That Hear and KnowRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Blessed Are the Undefiled in HeartRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Blessed Be the Everlasting GodRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), altered in Scottish Paraphrase
Blest Are the Humble Souls That SeeRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Blest Are the Sons of PeaceRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Blest Be the Everlasting GodRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), selected and altered
Blest Is the Man Who Shuns the PlaceRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Blest Morning! Whose First Dawning RaysRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), altered
Broad Is the Road That Leads to DeathRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
Christ and His Cross Is All Our ThemeRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Christ Hath a Garden Walled AroundRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748) and Yattendon Hymnal, 1899
Come, Dearest Lord, Descend and DwellRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
Come, Happy Souls! Approach Your GodRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Come Hither, All Ye Weary SoulsRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly DoveRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Come, Let Us Join Our Cheerful SongsRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Come, Sound His Praise AbroadRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Come, We That Love the LordRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Dearest of All the Names AboveRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Deep in Our Hearts Let Us RecordRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Descend from Heaven, Immortal Dove!Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Dread Sovereign! Let My Evening SongRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Early, My God, Without DelayRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Eternal Power, Whose High AbodeRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Eternal Spirit, We ConfessRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
Eternal Wisdom! Thee We PraiseRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Exalt the Lord Our GodRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Faith Adds New Charms to Earthly BlissRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Far as Thy Name Is KnownRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Far from My Thoughts, Vain World, Be Gone!Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Father, How Wide Thy Glory ShinesRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Father, I Long, I Faint to SeeRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Firm as the Earth Thy Gospel StandsRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
From All That Dwell Below the SkiesRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
From Thee, My God! My Joys Shall RiseRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Give Me the Wings of Faith to RiseRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
Give Thanks to God; He Reigns AboveRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Give to Our God Immortal PraiseRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Give Us the Wings of Faith to RiseRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
“Go, Preach My Gospel,” Saith the LordRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
Go, Worship at Immanuel’s FeetRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
God in His Earthly Temple LaysRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
God Is a Name My Soul AdoresRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
God Is the Name My Soul AdoresRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
God Is the Refuge of His SaintsRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
God, My Supporter and My HopeRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
God of the Morning, at Whose VoiceRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Good Is the Lord, the Heavenly KingRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Great God, Attend While Zion SingsRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Great God, How Infinite Art Thou!Rev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Great God, Indulge My Humble ClaimRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Great God! Whose Universal SwayRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Great God, with Wonder and with PraiseRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Great Is the Lord Our GodRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Had I the Tongues of Greeks and JewsRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
Happy the Heart Where Graces ReignRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Hark How the Adoring Hosts AboveRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), altered
Hast Thou Not Known, Hast Thou Not Heard?Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
He Dies! The Friend of Sinners Dies!Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), altered by Rev. Martin Madan (1726-1790)
He Reigns, the Lord, the Savior, ReignsRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
He That Hath Made His Refuge GodRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Hear What the Voice from Heaven DeclaresRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
Hear What the Voice from Heaven ProclaimsRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Here at Thy Cross, Incarnate GodRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
High in the Heavens, Eternal GodRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Hosanna to the Prince of LightRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
How Beauteous Are Their FeetRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
How Bright These Glorious Spirits Shine!Rev. Isaac Watts, 1707 and Rev. William Cameron, 1781
How Condescending and How KindRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
How Did My Heart Rejoice to HearRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
How Glorious Is the Sacred PlaceRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
How Glorious Zion’s Courts AppearRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), altered
How Heavy Is the NightRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
How Large the Promise, How DivineRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
How Oft Have Sin and Satan StroveRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
How Pleasant, How Divinely FairRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
How Pleased and Blest Was IRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
How Sad Our State by Nature Is!Rev. Isaac Watts, 1707
How Shall the Young Secure Their Hearts?Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719
How Sweet and Awful Is the PlaceRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
I Give Immortal PraiseRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
I Hear Thy Word with LoveRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
I Lift My Soul to GodRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
I Love My Shepherd’s VoiceRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748) from Hymns and Spiritual Songs, 1709
I Love the Volumes of Thy WordRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
I Send the Joys of Earth AwayRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
I Sing the Almighty Power of GodRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
I Wait for Thy Salvation, LordRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
I Waited Patient for the LordRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
In All My Vast Concerns with TheeRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Infinite Power, Eternal LordRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Is This the Kind Return?Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
I’ll Praise My Maker with My BreathRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
I’ll Speak the Honors of my KingRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
I’m Not Ashamed to Own My LordRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
Jehovah Reigns: He Dwells in LightRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Jehovah Reigns! His Throne Is HighRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Jesus Is Gone Above the SkiesRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Jesus Shall Reign Where’er the SunRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Jesus, Thou Everlasting KingRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Jesus! With All Thy Saints AboveRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Join All the Glorious NamesRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Joy to the World! The Lord Is ComeRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Just Are Thy Ways and True Thy WordRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Keep Silence, All Created Things!Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Kingdoms and Thrones to God BelongRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Laden with Guilt and Full of FearsRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Let All on Earth Their Voices RaiseRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Let Children Hear the Mighty DeedsRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Let Everlasting Glories CrownRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Let Every Mortal Ear AttendRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Let Every Tongue Thy Goodness SpeakRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Let Heaven Arise, Let Earth AppearRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Let Me but Hear My Savior SayRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Let Sinners Take Their CourseRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Let Them Neglect Thy Glory, LordRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Let Zion in Her King RejoiceRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748) from The Psalms of David Imitated in the Language of the New Testament, 1719
Life Is the Time to Serve the LordRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Like Sheep We Went AstrayRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Lo, What a Glorious Sight AppearsRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Long as I Live I’ll Bless Thy NameRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), verse 6, line 1 altered
Long Have I Sat Beneath the SoundRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Lord, All I Am Is Known to TheeRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Lord, How Secure and Blest Are TheyRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Lord, How Secure My Conscience WasRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Lord, I Have Made Thy Word My ChoiceRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Lord! I Will Bless Thee All My DaysRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Lord, in the Morning Thou Shalt HearRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Lord, in Thy Temple We AppearRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Lord of the Worlds AboveRev. Isaac Watts, 1719, verse 4, arranged
Lord! Thou Hast Scourged Our Guilty LandRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Lord, Thou Hast Searched and Seen Me ThroughRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Lord! Thou Wilt Hear Me When I PrayRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Lord, We Are Vile, Conceived in SinRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Lord, When Thou Didst Ascend on HighRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Mercy and Judgment Will I SingRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Mine Eyes and My DesireRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
My Dear Redeemer and My LordRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
My God! Accept My Early VowsRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
My God, How Endless Is Thy Love!Rev. Isaac Watts, 1709
My God, My King, Thy Various PraiseRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748) Psalm 144
My God, My Life, My Love!Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
My God, Permit Me Not to BeRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
My God! Permit My TongueRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
My God, the Spring of All My JoysRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
My Lord, My Life, My LoveYattendon Hymnal, based on Rev. Isaac Watts
My Savior, My Almighty FriendRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
My Shepherd Will Supply My NeedRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
My Soul, How Lovely Is the PlaceRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
My Soul, Repeat His PraiseRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
My Soul, Thy Great Creator PraiseRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
My Spirit Sinks Within Me, Lord!Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
My Thoughts Surmount These Lower SkiesRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Nature with Open Volume StandsRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
No More, My God! I Boast No MoreRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Not All the Blood of BeastsRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
Not All the Outward Forms on EarthRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Not to the Terrors of the LordRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Now Be My Heart Inspired, to SingRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Now for a Tune of Lofty PraiseRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Now Let the Children of the SaintsRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
Now May the God of Power and GraceRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Now Shall My Solemn Vows Be PaidRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Now to the King of HeavenRev. Philip Doddridge (1702-1751) and Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Now to the Lord a Noble SongRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
O Bless the Lord, My SoulRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
O! Blessed Souls Are TheyRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
O! For a Shout of Sacred JoyRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Oh, for an Overcoming FaithRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
O God of Mercy! Hear My CallRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Oh, How I Love Thy Holy Law!Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
O Lord, Our Lord, How Wondrous GreatRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
O May We Stand Before the LambRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
O! That I Knew the Secret PlaceRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
O! That the Lord Would Guide My WaysRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Oh, That Thy Statutes Every HourRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
O the Delights, the Heavenly JoysRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
O Thou That Hear’st When Sinners CryRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
O Write upon My Memory, LordRev. Isaac Watts, 1715
Once More, My Soul, the Rising DayRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Our God, Our Help in Ages PastRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Out of the Deeps of Long DistressRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Plunged in a Gulf of Dark DespairRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Praise, Everlasting Praise, Be PaidRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Praise Waits in Zion, Lord! For TheeRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Praise Ye the Lord; All Nature JoinRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Praise Ye the Lord, Exalt His NameRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Praise Ye the Lord, Immortal ChoirsRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), verses 1, 2 altered
Praise Ye the Lord! My Heart Shall JoinRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Praise Ye the Lord! ’Tis Good to RaiseRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Raise Your Triumphant SongsRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Salvation Is Forever NighRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Salvation! O the Joyful SoundRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
See What a Living StoneRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Shine, Mighty God, on Sion ShineRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Show Pity, Lord; O Lord, ForgiveRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Sin Has a Thousand Treacherous ArtsRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Sin, Like a Venomous DiseaseRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Sing to the Lord Jehovah’s NameRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Sing to the Lord, Ye Distant Lands!Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
So Let Our Lips and Lives ExpressRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
Soon as I Heard My Father SayRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Stand Up, My Soul; Shake Off Thy FearsRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Supreme in Wisdom as in PowerRev. Isaac Watts, 1707, altered in Scottish Translations and Paraphrases, 1745, 1781
Sweet Is the Memory of Thy GraceRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Sweet Is the Work, My God, My KingRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Teach Me the Measure of My DaysRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
That Awful Day Will Surely ComeRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
The God of Glory Down to MenRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
The Heavens Declare Thy Glory, LordRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
The Law Commands and Makes Us KnowRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
The Lord, How Wondrous Are His Ways!Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
The Lord Jehovah ReignsRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
The Lord My Shepherd IsRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
The Lord of Glory Is My LightRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
The Pity of the LordRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
The Promise of My Father’s LoveRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
The Rising God Forsakes the TombRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), revised by Rev. Charles Wesley (1707-1788)
The True Messiah Now AppearsRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
Thee We Adore, Eternal Name!Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
There Is a God Who Reigns AboveRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
There Is a Land of Pure DelightRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
This Is the Day the Lord Hath MadeRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
This Life’s a Dream, an Empty ShowRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Thou Art My Portion, O My God!Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Thou Whom My Soul Admires AboveRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Thus Far the Lord Has Led Me OnRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Thy Name, Almighty Lord!Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
’Tis by the Faith of Joys to ComeRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
’Tis by Thy Strength the Mountains StandRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
’Tis from the Mercy of our GodRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), altered
To God the Father, God the SonAnonymous
To God, the Great, the Ever-BlessedRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
To God the Only WiseRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
To Heaven I Lift My Waiting EyesRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
To Our Almighty Maker, GodRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
’Twas on That Dark, That Doleful NightRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Unshaken as the Sacred HillRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Unveil Thy Bosom, Faithful TombRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Up to the Hills I Lift Mine EyesRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Up to the Lord, Who Reigns on HighRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Upward I Lift Mine EyesRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Vain Are the Hopes the Sons of MenRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
We Give Immortal PraiseRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Welcome, Sweet Day of RestRev. Isaac Watts, 1709
What Equal Honors Shall We Bring?Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
What Shall I Render to My God?Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719
What Sinners Value I ResignRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
When I Can Read My Title ClearRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
When I Survey the Wondrous CrossRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
When, Overwhelmed with GriefRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Who Shall the Lord’s Elect Condemn?Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Why Do We Mourn Departing Friends?Rev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Why Should the Children of a King?Rev. Isaac Watts, 1709
Why Should We Start and Fear to Die?Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Wide as His Vast Dominion LiesRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
With All My Powers of Heart and TongueRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
With Joy We Meditate the GraceRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
With My Whole Heart I’ll Raise My SongRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
With My Whole Heart I’ve Sought Thy FaceRev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
With Reverence Let the Saints AppearRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
With Songs and Honors Sounding LoudRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Ye Heavens, Send Forth Your Song of Praise!Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), altered
Ye Nations Round the Earth! RejoiceRev. Isaac Watts, 1719
Ye Ransomed Sinners, HearRev. Charles Wesley (1707-1788)
Ye Tribes of Adam, JoinRev. Isaac Watts, 1707
Young Men and Maidens, RaiseRev. Charles Wesley; Doxology by Rev. Isaac Watts