“O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see thy lovely face!
Richly clothed in blood-washed linen,
How I’ll sing thy sovereign grace!”
A stanza was omitted from a hymn by Isaac Watts by Dr. Worcester, and he was compelled by public sentiment to replace it in his next collection. Who was right—Dr. Worcester, or Watts and the church public?
“But while I bled and groaned and died,
I ruined Satan’s Throne;
High on my cross I hung and spy’d
The monster tumbling down.”
What a travesty in this stanza of Christ’s words, “I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven”!