The Works of the Reverend and Learned Isaac Watts, D. D. Containing, besides his Sermons, and Essays on miscellaneous subjects, several additional pieces, Selected from his Manuscripts by the Rev. Dr. Jennings, and the Rev. Dr. Doddridge, in 1753: to which are prefixed, memoirs of the life of the author, compiled by the Rev. George Burder. In six volumes |
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HYMN 100. (L. M.) The Presence of Christ is the Life of my Soul.
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HYMN 100. (L. M.) The Presence of Christ is the Life of my Soul.
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How full of anguish is the thought,How it distracts and tears my heart,
If God at last my sovereign judge,
Should frown, and bid my soul, ‘Depart!’
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Lord, when I quit this earthly stage,Where shall I fly but to thy breast?
For I have sought no other home;
For I have learn't no other rest.
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I cannot live contented here,Without some glimpses of thy face;
And heaven without thy presence there
Would be a dark and tiresome place.
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When earthly cares engross the day,And hold my thoughts aside from thee,
The shining hours of cheerful light
Are long and tedious years to me.
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And if no evening visit's paidBetween my Saviour and my soul,
How dull the night! how sad the shade!
How mournfully the minutes roll!
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This flesh of mine might learn as soonTo live, yet part with all my blood;
To breathe when vital air is gone,
Or thrive and grow without my food.
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Christ is my light, my life, my care,My blessed hope, my heavenly prize,
Dearer than all my passions are,
My limbs, my bowels, or my eyes.
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The strings that twine about my heart,Tortures and racks may tear them off,
But they can never, never part
With their dear hold of Christ my love.
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My God! and can an humble childThat loves thee with a flame so high,
Be ever from thy face exil'd
Without the pity of thine eye?
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Impossible—For thine own handsHave ty'd my heart so fast to thee;
And in thy book the promise stands,
That where thou art thy friends must be.
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