Hymn 2:5 [Lord, When My Thoughts With Wonder Roll]

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Title:     Hymn 2:5 [Lord, When My Thoughts With Wonder Roll]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Longing to praise Christ better.

Lord, when my thoughts with wonder roll
O'er the sharp sorrows of thy soul,
And read my Maker's broken laws
Repair'd and honour'd by thy cross;

When I behold death, hell and sin,
Vanquish'd by that dear blood of thine,
And see the man that groan'd and dy'd
Sit glorious by his Father's side;

My passions rise and soar above,
I'm wing'd with faith and fir'd with love;
Fain would I reach eternal things,
And learn the notes that Gabriel sings.

But my heart fails, my tongue complains,
For want of their immortal strains;
And in such humble notes as these
Must fall below thy victories.

Well, the kind minute must appear
When we shall leave these bodies here,
These clogs of clay, and mount on high,
To join the songs above the sky.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:5 [Lord, When My Thoughts With Wonder Roll]

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