Written in 1707 by Isaac Watts, this hymn is still an inspiring and refreshing chorus. Remember in the 1700s, the word “awful” meant “full of awe” – we would use the word “awesome” in the vernacular. We sang this at church tonight and I had to share it with you. For the melody, click here.
“How sweet and awful is the place
With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores.
“While all our hearts and all our songs
Join to admire the feast,
Each of us cry with thankful tongues,
‘Lord, why was I a guest?’
“‘Why was I made to hear Thy voice
And enter while there’s room,
When thousands make a wretched choice
And rather starve than come?'”
“‘Twas the same love that spread the feast
That sweetly drew us in;
Else we had still refused to taste
And perished in our sin.
“Pity the nations, O our God,
Constrain the earth to come;
Send thy victorious Word abroad
And bring the strangers home.
“We long to see thy churches full,
That all the chosen race
May with one voice and heart and soul
Sing Thy redeeming grace.”