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Hymn 2:74 (is This The Kind Return) Post by :Ken_Shorey Category :Poems Author :Isaac Watts Date :August 2011 Read :2838

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Hymn 2:74 (is This The Kind Return)

Repentance from a sense of divine goodness;
or, A complaint of ingratitude.

Is this the kind return,
And these the thanks we owe,
Thus to abuse eternal love,
Whence all our blessings flow?

TO what a stubborn frame
Has sin reduc'd our mind!
What strange rebellious wretches we,
And God as strangely kind!

(On us he bids the sun
Shed his reviving rays,
For us the skies their circles run
To lengthen out our days.

The brutes obey their God,
And bow their necks to men,
But we more base, more brutish things
Reject his easy reign.)

Turn, turn us, mighty God,
And mould our souls afresh,
Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone,
And give us hearts of flesh.

Let old ingratitude
Provoke our weeping eyes,
And hourly as new mercies fall
Let hourly thanks arise.

(The end)
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:74 (is This The Kind Return)

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Hymn 2:75 (from Thee, My God, My Joys Shall Rise)
Spiritual and eternal joys; or,The beatific sight of Christ.From thee, my God, my joys shall rise,And run eternal rounds,Beyond the limits of the skiesAnd all created bounds.The holy triumphs of my soulShall death itself out-brave,Leave dull mortality behind,And fly beyond the grave.There my blessed Jesus reignsIn heaven's unmeasur'd space,I'll spend a long eternityIn pleasure and in praise.Millions of years my wondering eyesShall o'er thy beauties rove,And endless ages I'll adoreThe glories of thy love.(Sweet Jesus, every smile of thineShall fresh endearments bring,And thousand tastes of new delightFrom all thy graces spring.Haste, my beloved, fetch my soulUp to thy bless'd abode,Fly,

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Hymn 2:73 (hence From My Soul, Sad Thoughts, Be Gone)
Doubts scattered; or, Spiritual joy restored.Hence from my soul, sad thoughts, be gone,And leave me to my joys,My tongue shall triumph in my God,And make a joyful noise.Darkness and doubts had veil'd my mind,And drown'd my head in tears,Till sovereign grace with shining raysDispell'd my gloomy fears.O what immortal joys I felt,And raptures all divine,When Jesus told me, I was his,And my Beloved mine.In vain the tempter frights my soul,And breaks my peace in vain,One glimpse, dear Saviour, of thy face,Revives my joys again.(The end)Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:73 (Hence From My Soul, Sad Thoughts, Be Gone)