Born in Southampton, (UK) Dr. Watts became known as the father of English hymnody. The story goes that one day after returning from a Dissenting meeting house, the young Watts complained about the poor content of the Psalmody; he said that it is as if Jesus had never come! His Father then turned to him and told young Isaac to produce something better. And so he did, producing some of the most wonderful Christ – centred hymns in the language. Watts became known as the ‘Father of English hymns’.
Sweet is the work, my God, my King,
To praise Thy Name, give thanks and sing;
To show Thy love by morning light,
And talk of all Thy truth at night.
Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal cares shall seize my breast;
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David’s harp of solemn sound!
My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless His works, and bless His Word:
Thy works of grace how bright they shine !
How deep Thy counsels,! how divine!
Fools never raise their thoughts so high:
Like brutes they live, like brutes they die;
Like grass they flourish, till Thy breath,
Blast them in everlasting death.
But I shall share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refin’d my heart;
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.
Sin, (my worst enemy before)
Shall vex my eyes, and ears no more:
My inward foes shall all be slain,
Nor Satan break my peace again.
Then shall I see, and hear, and know
All I desired or wished below;
And every power find sweet employ,
In that eternal world of joy.