Quote by Isaac Watts

“Yet, gracious God amidst these storms of nature, Thine eyes behold a sweet and sacred calm Reign through the realms of conscience: all within Lies peaceful and composed. ‘Tis wondrous grace Keeps off thy terrors from this humble bosom, Though stained with sins and follies, yet serene In penitential peace and cheerful hope; Sprinkled and guarded with atoning blood. Thy vital smiles amidst this devastation, Like heavenly sunbeams hid behind the clouds, Break out in happy moments with bright radiance, Cleaving the gloom; the fair celestial light Softens and gilds the horrors of the storm, And richest cordials to the heart conveys. O glorious solace of immense distress, A conscience and a God! A friend at home And a better Friend on high! This is my Rock Of firm support, my Shield of sure defence Against infernal arrows. Rise, my soul, Put on thy courage: Here’s the living spring Of joys divinely sweet and ever new, ‘A peaceful conscience and a smiling heaven.’ Weak as my zeal is, yet my zeal is true; It bears the trying furnace. Love divine Constrains me; I am thine. Incarnate love Has seized and holds me in almighty arms: Here’s my salvation, my eternal hope. Amidst the wreck of worlds and dying nature, ‘I am the Lord’s, and he forever mine.”