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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Jesus the only Saviour.
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Adam, our father and our head,Transgrest; and justice doom'd us dead:
The fiery law speaks all despair,
There's no reprieve, nor pardon there.
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Call a bright council in the skies;‘Seraphs the mighty and the wise,
‘Say, what expedient can you give,
‘That sin be damn'd, and sinners live?
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‘Speak, are you strong to bear the load,‘The weighty vengeance of a God?
‘Which of you loves our wretched race,
‘Or dares to venture in our place?’
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In vain we ask; for all aroundStands silence thro' the heavenly ground:
There's not a glorious mind above
Has half the strength, or half the love.
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But, O unutterable grace!Th'eternal Son takes Adam's place;
Down to our world the Saviour flies,
Stretches his naked arms, and dies.
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Justice was pleas'd to bruise the God,And pay its wrongs with heav'nly blood;
What unknown racks and pangs he bore!
Then rose: The law could ask no more.
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Amazing work! look down, ye skies,Wonder and gaze with all your eyes;
Ye heav'nly thrones, stoop from above,
And bow to this mysterious love.
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See, how they bend! See, how they look!Long they had read th'eternal book,
And studied dark degrees in vain,
The cross and Calvary makes them plain.
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Now they are struck with deep amaze,Each with his wings conceals his face;
Nor clap their sounding plumes, and cry,
‘The wisdom of a Deity!’
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Low they adore th'incarnate Son,And sing the glories he hath won;
Sing how he broke our iron chains,
How deep he sunk, how high he reigns.
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Triumph and reign, victorious Lord,By all thy flaming hosts ador'd;
And say, dear conqueror, say, how long
Ere we shall rise to join their song.
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Lo, from afar the promis'd dayShines with a well-distinguish'd ray;
But my wing'd passion hardly bears
These lengths of slow delaying years.
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Send down a chariot from above,With fiery wheels, and pav'd with love;
Raise me beyond th'ethereal blue,
To sing and love as angels do.
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