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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[Hail, Hebrew psalmist king! Hail, happy hour!]
Hail, Hebrew psalmist king! Hail, happy hour!
I see, I hear, I feel the sov'reign pow'r
Of language so devout. Th'immortal sound
Thrills thro' my vitals with a pleasing wound,
And mortal passions die. Devotion reigns,
Earth disappears, her mountains and her plains;
I soar, I pray, I praise in David's heavenly strains.
Here thoughts divine in living words exprest,
Pour'd and copy'd glowing from the breast,
Spread o'er the sacred page; what eye, what heart,
Can read the rapture, and not bear its part
In holy elevation?
Where love and joy exult, the glorious line
Gives the same passions, spreads the fire divine,
And kindles all the reader. See him rise
On wings of ecstasy, shoot thro' the skies,
And mix with angels: Hail, ye choirs above,
Where all is holy joy, where all is heav'nly love.
I see, I hear, I feel the sov'reign pow'r
Of language so devout. Th'immortal sound
Thrills thro' my vitals with a pleasing wound,
And mortal passions die. Devotion reigns,
Earth disappears, her mountains and her plains;
I soar, I pray, I praise in David's heavenly strains.
Here thoughts divine in living words exprest,
Pour'd and copy'd glowing from the breast,
Spread o'er the sacred page; what eye, what heart,
Can read the rapture, and not bear its part
In holy elevation?
Where love and joy exult, the glorious line
Gives the same passions, spreads the fire divine,
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On wings of ecstasy, shoot thro' the skies,
And mix with angels: Hail, ye choirs above,
Where all is holy joy, where all is heav'nly love.
If sins review'd in trickling sorrows flow;
The page conveys the penitential woe,
And strikes the inmost spirit. Conscience hears
The words of anguish, and dissolves in tears.
Ev'n iron souls relent, and hearts of stone
Burst at these mournings, and repeat the groan:
God and his power are there.
The page conveys the penitential woe,
And strikes the inmost spirit. Conscience hears
The words of anguish, and dissolves in tears.
Ev'n iron souls relent, and hearts of stone
Burst at these mournings, and repeat the groan:
God and his power are there.
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