I want to tell you today about a great man. He was a great not
because he was big and strong because he wasn’t. He was 5 feet tall and had a
big head. He was sickly most of his life. He could barely carry out his duties
when he was 30 yrs old, and yet he has impacted the world.
He wasn’t
a great man because he was smart. But he was very smart. He wrote books used as
textbooks at Oxford, Cambridge, Harvard and Yale.
He wasn’t
a great man because of his family, but he came from strong and brave stock. His
grandfather was the captain of a British warship in the mid 1600s; his father
was a teacher and a deacon in a dissenting church during a time when England
was persecuting the dissenters. His mother’s grandfather was a leader of the
French Huguenots who were run out of France because of their faith.
No this
man was great because he trusted in a Great God at an early age, and shared his
faith with the world. I’m talking
about Isaac Watts.
He has been called the Reformer that Christians know by
heart…but not by name.
Now
why should we know about this man? Well he is the father of English hymns, he
influences hymn writers to this day, AND we sing a number of his songs in
church. So who was this man?
Let me
set the stage for the world Isaac Watts lived in.
Just 10 years before he was
born the plague came to Southampton
and decimated it. Many who could afford it fled to London and other larger areas.
The poor were left with very few shops and industry and no real economy. Then
there was the English persecution of
the dissenters. Those who believed they should be free to worship as they see
the Bible teaches. These were Baptist, Quakers, Presbyterians, Congregationalists,
and later the Methodists.
Isaac’s
own father a Congregationalist, was jailed several times for his beliefs. It
was on his release from jail the first time that he married a young lady that
very day. But then one year later when young Isaac was born, the father couldn’t
be there because he had been locked up again. During this time many Christians
died from malnutrition and disease that was rampant in these nasty prisons. His
father was released the following year and slowly was able to start up his
school again.
He started
teaching young Isaac Latin at 4 years old. He began writing in Latin at 6, at 9
his father started teaching him Greek. That was also the year that he had smallpox!
But the
next year he began to tackle French. Most English didn’t learn French in those
days, but there were many French descendants, like his mother, in the area and
he thought it was a good idea. Then at 13 he learned Hebrew.
He was so bright that a wealthy Doctor
volunteered to pay for his education at Oxford or Cambridge. But to do so, Isaac
would have to renounce his family’s Dissenting ways, and pledge full
faithfulness to the Anglican Church. Isaac couldn’t do that. So he went to a
less prestigious academy established for dissenters. He graduated there at 20
and returned home for two years before he found a teaching position. It was
during those two years, when Isaac wrote the bulk of his hymns. He was incredibly
prolific.
This whole hymn-writing hobby of his
had an interesting start. The English of his day didn’t sing hymns. The Germans had
for 100 years, but all they sang in England were psalms set to a rather somber
and difficult meter.
One day
Isaac was complaining after their church service that these songs are too cold
and dark. The preaching at that time was sound biblical teaching by men with
some good education in the Bible. But to him the songs didn’t seem to fit. So
his father said. Why don’t you write something suitable for our congregation for
this evening?
Some have
said this was a sort of challenge, like someone saying, “If you think you can
do better go ahead!” I think his dad knew he was up to the job.
When Isaac was 6 years old he wrote a poem
and showed his mom and she couldn’t believe he really wrote it. So he went and wrote another, this time he
used his own name.
I am a vile, polluted lump of earth
So I’ve continued ever since my birth
Although Jehovah, grace doth daily give me
As sure this monster, Satan, will deceive
me
Come therefore lord from Satan’s claw
relieve me.
Wash me in thy blood, o Christ
And grace divine impart
Then search and try the corners of my
heart
That I in all things may be fit to do
Service to thee and thy praise too.
He continued to write
verses and poems, so one day his father says, “Isaac, you write a hymn.”
More about that later but there are some
other things you should know about this great man.
Being strong in his faith, being
the son
of a teacher and having received a degree to teach and be
a minister, he had some strong beliefs. One of which was, if
you are going to try to love the Lord with all your mind you need to be a good
thinker. He was influenced by the Empiricist philosophers of the day and took
to science and philosophy very well. This was the movement that taught that
knowledge came from empirical evidence that you could see and measure. It’s the
basis of modern science. And because of this emphasis he became known as a
great thinker. He wrote a book called Logic that was used as a text for many
generations at Oxford, Cambridge, and even Harvard and Yale, it went thru 20
editions. He wrote about Metaphysics, he wrote the first book of verses for
children, and it went thru 100 editions! He published a major work on astronomy
and wrote catechisms for little children to learn about Jesus.
But it’s
his hymns that made him famous. In spite of the influence of Watts by philosophy,
Isaac
Watts knew there was another source for knowledge than just observation.
The other source? The Word of God
received by faith.
Among his great writings in Philosophy,
Astronomy, and Logic, he wrote hymns like these:
Alas
and did my saviour bleed
All
hail the power of jesus name
am
i a soldier of the cross
christ
the lord is risen today
come
ye that love the lord
Oh
god our help in ages past
when
i can read my title clear
jesus
shall reign wheree’re the sun
joy
to the world
when
i survey the wondrous cross.
In America
a printer by the name of Benjamin Franklin printed his hymnbooks. Nobody seems
to know exactly how many he wrote. One man says 697, another over 700, another
750. But among his less famous ones are a couple that looked interesting:
ARE ALL
THE FOES OF ZION FOOLS? And, FATHER WE
WAIT TO FEEL THY GRACE.
That last
title suggests something. Isaac Watts wasn’t just a man given over to the
passion of Objective Thinking and Logic and Objective Theological statements.
He was also the subjective experiential lover of Christ and man of faith.
Think
about two of His greatest hymns for a second.
First, Joy
to the World.
Because of the tune that we sing it to this is one of the most joyful hymns but
it’s also one of the most doctrinal! It’s all written in the third person. Listen:
From the
text in Luke 2:10 I bring you good tidings
of great joy.”
Isaac Watts writes:
Joy to the
world, the Lord is come!
Let earth
receive her King;
Let every
heart prepare Him room,
And Heaven
and nature sing,
And Heaven
and nature sing,
And
Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing.
Joy to the
earth, the Savior reigns!
Let men
their songs employ;
While
fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the
sounding joy,
Repeat the
sounding joy,
Repeat,
repeat, the sounding joy.
No more
let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns
infest the ground;
He comes
to make His blessings flow
Far as the
curse is found,
Far as the
curse is found,
Far as,
far as, the curse is found.
He rules
the world with truth and grace,
And makes the
nations prove
The
glories of His righteousness,
And
wonders of His love,
And
wonders of His love,
And
wonders, wonders, of His love.
But
compare that to the next song, it’s all written in first person. Joy to the world
is made up of objective truths about God. And he wrote many songs like that.
But he also wrote songs like this: WHEN I SURVEY:
From Gal 6:14 But God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of our Lord
Jesus Christ, by whom the world is crucified unto me, and I unto the world. Isaac Watts made it very
personal and wrote:
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which
the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour
contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it,
Lord, that I should boast,
Save in
the death of Christ my God!
All the
vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and
love flow mingled down!
Did e’er
such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns
compose so rich a crown?
His
dying crimson,
like a robe,
Spreads
o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all
the globe is dead to me.
Were the
whole realm of nature mine?
That were
a present far too small;
Love so
amazing, so divine,
Demands
my soul, my life, my all
There is
anguish here.
Anguish
for sins committed.
Anguish for
a life spent on self.
Anguish
for the inadequacy of what we have to offer.
Anguish
because God’s Holiness demands a price we can never pay.
Anguish
because of the price our Lord, who loves us so much, paid on our behalf.
That
leaves only one action. All the logic in the world can’t dispute that Jesus
deserves our souls, our lives, our all.
Does Jesus have your all today? Does He?