Seeing Christ

What a blessing to see

That which once evaded

Blindness breaks at your beam

And renders me persuaded

In thine excellencies I will awe

Eating, drinking in remembrance

Eternal cup and bread for all

Who come in faith and repentance

Stir in me eyes to behold

Grace the ancients also wondered in

Brought into God’s own fold

By Christ’s merit and perfection

What a blessing to see

This is His doing and I posses it

By faith alone and without a fee

Christ’s death and resurrection.

PSALM 1 – A Hymn by  Isaac Watts, 1719

1 BLEST is the man who shuns the place 

Where sinners love to meet;

Who fears to tread their wicked ways,

And hates the scoffer’s seat:
2 But in the statutes of the Lord

Has placed his chief delight;

By day he reads or hears the word,

And meditates by night.
3 He, like a plant of gen’rous kind,

By living waters set,

Safe from the storms and blasting wind,

Enjoys a peaceful state.
4 Green as the leaf, and ever fair,

Shall his profession shine;

While fruits of holiness appear

Like clusters on the vine.
5 Not so the impious and unjust;

What vain designs they form!

Their hopes are blown away like dust,

Or chaff before the storm.
6 Sinners in judgment shall not stand

Amongst the sons of grace,

When Christ, the Judge, at His right hand

Appoints His saints a place.
7 His eye beholds the path they tread;

His heart approves it well:

But crooked ways of sinners lead

Down to the gates of hell.

 Isaac Watts, 1719