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Isaac Watts: tags: [christianity] [composer]

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[1674 - 1748]
an English Christian minister (Congregational), hymn writer, theologian, and logician. He was a prolific and popular hymn writer and is credited with some 750 hymns. He is recognized as the "Godfather of English Hymnody"; many of his hymns remain in use today and have been translated into numerous languages.

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Time, like an ever-rolling stream,

Bears all its sons away;

They fly forgotten, as a dream

Dies at the opening day.

Good old Isaac Watts. I've thought about that verse often.

Marilynne Robinson. Gilead, p.103 (2004)

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A musical tenor voice sang,

“When I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,

I’ll bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes

“Should earth against my soul engage,

And hellish darts be hurled,

Then I can smile at Satan’s rage,

And face a frowning world.

“Let cares like a wild deluge come,

And storms of sorrow fall,

May I but safely reach my home,

My God, my Heaven, my All.” *

* “On My Journey Home,” hymn by Isaac Watts, found in many of the southern country songbooks of the antebellum period.

Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin

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I have entered, and I am held, as by a spell, in the doorway, the electric light raining upon me, a San Sebastian for the fatal arrows of the fifty, who fix on me their ingenuous eyes—

And dart delicious danger thence

(to cull an incomparable phrase from one of the secular poems of Dr. Isaac Watts).

Arnold Bennett. Paris Nights (1913)