Isaac Watts: Hymn 8

Another post stolen from my sister Ellen

Hello all you busy people,

Here is an Isaac Watts (1674-1748) hymn to start your day…

Hymn 8, C.M.

Hosannah, with a cheerful sound,
To God’s upholding hand;
Ten thousand snares attend us round,
And yet secure we stand.

That was a most amazing power
That raised us with a word,
And every day and every hour
We lean upon the Lord.

The evening rests our weary head,
And angels guard the room
We wake, and we admire the bed
That was not made our tomb.

The rising morning can’t assure
That we shall end the day;
For death stands ready at the door
To seize our lives away.

Our breath is forfeited by sin
To God’s avenging law;
We own thy grace, immortal King,
In every gasp we draw.

God is our sun, whose daily light
Our joy and safety brings;’
Our feeble flesh lies safe at night
Beneath his shady wings.

From “The Psalms & Hymns of Isaac Watts. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book II: Composed on Divine Subjects..

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