Verse 1
Why is my heart so far from thee,
My God, my chief delight?
Why are my thoughts no more by day
With thee, no more by night?
Verse 2
[Why should my foolish passions rove?
Where can such sweetness be
As I have tasted in thy love;
As I have found in thee?]
Verse 3
When my forgetful soul renews
The savour of thy grace,
My heart presumes I cannot lose
The relish all my days.
Verse 4
But ere one fleeting hour is pass’d,
The flattering world employs
Some sensual bait to seize my taste,
And to pollute my joys.
Verse 5
[Trifles of nature or of art
With fair deceitful charms
Intrude upon my thoughtless heart,
And thrust thee from my arms.]
Verse 6
Then I repent and vex my soul
That I should leave thee so,
Where will those wild affections roll
That let a Saviour go?
Verse 7
[Sin’s promis’d joys are turn’d to pain,
And I am drown’d in grief;
But my dear Lord returns again,
He flies to my relief.
Verse 8
Seizing my soul with sweet surprise
He draws with loving bands;
Divine compassion in his eyes,
And pardon in his hands.]
Verse 9
[Wretch that I am to wander thus
In chase of false delight!
Let me be fasten’d to thy cross,
Rather than lose thy sight.]
Verse 10
[Make haste, my days, to reach the goal,
And bring my heart to rest
On the dear centre of my soul,
My God, my Saviour’s breast.]
Isaac Watts, “Why Is My Heart so Far From Thee”