Isaac Watts; his life and writings, his homes and friendsHood, Edwin Paxton
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Isaac Watts; his life and writings, his homes and friends
Hood, Edwin Paxton
Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748
“Till heaven is enriched by your removal thither, I hope, sir, to find
in you a counsellor and a friend, if God should continue my life, and I
cannot but admire the goodness of Providence in honouring me with the
friendship of such a person. I can truly say your name was in the number
of those which were dearest to me long before I ever saw you. Yet, since
I have known you, I cannot but find something of a more tender pleasure
in the thought of your successful various services in the advancement
of the best causes, that of real, vital, practical Christianity. What
happened under my observation a few days ago gave me joy with regard to
you, which is yet so warm in my mind, that I hope, sir, you will pardon
my relating the occasion of it. On Wednesday last I was preaching in a
barn to a pretty large assembly of plain country people at a village a
few miles off. After a sermon from Hebrews vi. 12, we sang one of your
hymns (which, if I remember right, was the 140th of the second book).
And in that part of the worship I had the satisfaction to observe tears
in the eyes of several of the auditory, and after the service was over,
some of them told me that they were not able to sing, so deeply were
their minds affected with it, and the clerk in particular told me he
could hardly utter the words of it.[27] These were most of them poor
people who work for their living. On the mention of your name, I found
they had read several of your books with great delight, and that your
hymns and psalms were almost their daily entertainments. And when one of
the company said, ‘What if Dr. Watts should come down to Northampton?’
another replied, with a remarkable warmth, ‘The very sight of him would
be like an ordinance to me!’ I mention the thing just as it was, and am
persuaded it is but a familiar, natural specimen of what often occurs
amongst a multitude of Christians who never saw your face. Nor do I by
any means intend it as a compliment to a genius capable of entertaining
by the same compositions the greatest and the meanest of mankind, but
to remind you, dear sir (with all the deference and humility due to a
superior character), how much you owe to Him who has honoured you as the
instrument of such extensive service. Had Providence cast my lot near
you, I should joyfully have embraced the most frequent opportunities
of improving my understanding and warming my heart by conversing with
you, which would surely have been greatly for my advantage as a tutor,
a minister, and a Christian. As it is, I will omit none which may fall
in my way; and when I regret that I can enjoy no more of you here, will
comfort myself with the thoughts of that blessed state where I hope for
ever to dwell with you, and to join with you in sweeter and sublimer
songs than you have taught the Church below.”
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