We Give Immortal Praise
We Give Immortal Praise
We give immortal praise
To God the Father’s love,
For all our comforts here,
And better hopes above.
He sent His own eternal Son,
To die for sins that man had done.
To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,
Who bought us with His Blood
From everlasting woe;
And now He lives and now He reigns,
And sees the fruit of all His plans.
To God the Spirit’s name
Immortal worship give,
Whose new-creating power
Makes the dead sinner live.
His work completes the great design,
And fills the soul with joy divine.
Almighty God, to Thee
Be endless honors done,
The undivided Three,
And the mysterious One.
Where reason fails, with all her powers,
There faith prevails, and love adores.
ISAAC WATTS had much to complain about. He was only five feet tall, and his big head made his body look even smaller. He had a long, hooked nose. And he was sickly from his teenage years, when smallpox nearly killed him.
One woman fell in love with his poetry and wanted to marry him. Watts proposed to her, but his physical appearance caused her to reject him. One source says, “Though she loved the jewel, she could not admire the casket [case] which contained it.” He remained a bachelor all his life.
For his last thirty-six years he was an invalid, preaching only occasionally as his health would permit. But he wrote hymns continually, hymns of praise to God “for all our comforts here, and better hopes above.” As Isaac Watts knew so well, when we give praise to God, our personal concerns are put into proper perspective.
At just the right time Christ will be revealed from heaven by the blessed and only almighty God, the King of all kings and Lord of all lords. He alone can never die, and he lives in light so brilliant that no human can approach him.
1 Timothy 6:15-16
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