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Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Ah! how shall fallen man
Be just before his God?
If he contend in righteousness,
We fall beneath his rod.
Verse 2
If he our ways should mark
With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults
A just excuse devise?
Verse 3
All-seeing, powerful God,
Who can with thee contend?
Or who that tries the unequal strife,
Shall prosper in the end?
Verse 4
Ah! how shall guilty man
Contend with such a God?
None, none can meet him and escape,
But through the Savior’s blood.
Isaac Watts, “Ah! How Shall Fallen Man”
Otterbein 1890 No. 178 · S.M · Kentucky
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Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
How heavy is the night
That hangs upon our eyes,
Till Christ with his reviving light
Over our souls arise.
Verse 2
Our guilty spirits dread
To meet the wrath of heaven;
But, in his righteousness arrayed,
We see our sins forgiven.
Verse 3
The powers of hell agree
To hold our souls in vain;
He sets the sons of bondage free,
And breaks the cursed chain.
Verse 4
Lord, we adore thy ways
To bring us near to God,
Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace,
And thine atoning blood.
Isaac Watts, “How Heavy Is the Night”
Otterbein 1890 No. 180 · S.M · Olmutz
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Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin--how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive minds,
Fast in his slavish chains.
Verse 2
But there’s a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word;--
“Ho! ye despairing sinners! come
And trust a faithful Lord.”
Verse 3
My soul obeys the gracious call
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord!
Oh! help my unbelief.
Verse 4
To the blest fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God! I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted soul,
From crimes of deepest dye.
Verse 5
A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall;
Be thou my strength and righteousness
My Jesus, and my all.
Isaac Watts, “How Sad Our State by Nature Is!”
Otterbein 1890 No. 182 · C.M · Downs
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
John Fawcett·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Sinners, this solemn truth regard,
Hear, all ye sons of men;
For Christ, the Savior, hath declared,
“Ye must be born again.”
Verse 2
Whate’er might be your birth or blood,
The sinner’s boast is vain;
Thus saith the glorious Son of God,
“Ye must be born again.”
Verse 3
That which is born of flesh is flesh,
And flesh it will remain:
Then marvel not that Jesus saith,
“Ye must be born again.”
Verse 4
Spirit of life, thy grace impart,
And breathe on sinners slain:
Bear witness, Lord, in ev’ry heart,
That we are born again.
John Fawcett, “Sinners, This Solemn Truth Regard”
Otterbein 1890 No. 183 · C.M · Downs
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage