Isaac Watts; his life and writings, his homes and friends

by Edwin Paxton Hood

Can make this load of guilt remove,

And Thou canst hear me where Thou flyest,

On Thy kind wings, celestial Dove!

Or,

Descend from heaven, immortal Dove,

Stoop down and take us on Thy wings,

And mount and hear us far above

The reach of these inferior things.

Or the hymn commencing