Verse 1
So new born babes desire the breast
To feed, and grow, and thrive:
So saints with joy the gospel taste,
And by the gospel live.
Verse 2
[With inward gust their heart approves
All that the word relates;
They love the men their Father loves,
And hate the works he hates.]
Verse 3
[Not all the flattering baits on earth
Can make them slaves to lust;
They can’t forget their heavenly birth,
Nor grovel in the dust.
Verse 4
Not all the chains that tyrants use
Shall bind their souls to vice;
Faith like a conqueror can produce
A thousand victories.]
Verse 5
[Grace like an uncorrupting seed
Abides and reigns within;
Immortal principles forbid
The sons of God to sin.]
Verse 6
[Not by the terrors of a slave
Do they perform his will,
But with the noblest powers they have
His sweet commands fulfil.]
Verse 7
They find access at every hour,
To God within the veil;
Hence they derive a quickening power,
And joys that never fail.
Verse 8
O happy souls! O glorious state
Of overflowing grace!
To dwell so near their Father’s seat,
And see his lovely face.
Verse 9
Lord, I address thy heavenly throne;
Call me a child of thine,
Send down the Spirit of thy Son
To form my heart divine.
Verse 10
There shed thy choicest loves abroad,
And make my comforts strong:
Then shall I say, “My Father God,”
With an unwavering tongue.
Isaac Watts, “So New Born Babes Desire the Breast”