Isaac Watts (17 July 1674 – 25 November 1748 / Southampton / England)
The value of Christ, and his righteousness.
No more, my God, I boast no more
Of all the duties I have done;
I quit the hopes I held before,
To trust the merits of thy Son.
Now, for the love I bear his name,
What was my gain I count my loss;
My former pride I call my shame,
And nail my glory to his cross.
Yes, and I must and will esteem
All things but loss for Jesus' sake:
O may my soul be found in him,
And of his righteousness partake!
The best obedience of my hands
Dares not appear before thy throne;
But faith can answer thy demands
By pleading what my Lord has done.
Isaac Watts's Other Poems
- Against Evil Company
- Against Idleness and Mischief
- Against Lying
- Against Quarreling and Fighting
- Against Scoffing and Calling Names
- Alas! And Did My Savior Bleed?
- Cradle Hymn
- Examples of Early Piety
- Hymn 1
- Hymn 10
- Hymn 100
- Hymn 101
- Hymn 102
- Hymn 103
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