Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quick’ning powers;
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys;
Our souls can neither fly nor go
To reach eternal joys.
In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
Dear Lord! and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
And Thine to us so great!
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quick’ning powers;
Come, shed abroad the Savior’s love
And that shall kindle ours.
Isaac was born of a nonconformist father who was jailed because of his beliefs. He was educated in Southampton and his ability at verse got him noticed and sent along to higher education. From Wikipedia I learned this:
From an early age, Watts displayed a propensity for rhyme. Once, he responded when asked why he had his eyes open during prayers:
A little mouse for want of stairs
ran up a rope to say its prayers.
Receiving corporal punishment for this, he cried:
O father, father, pity take
And I will no more verses make.
Everyone assumed that he would be ordained in the Church of England but like his father he chose to become a nonconformist. (source)
He wrote most of hymns when he left the academy at 20 years old.
He ordained as a pastor at age 24 in an Independent Church. However 10 years later, he contracted a bad fever that broken his constitution, and he gained a co-pastor. He wrote a great many works. By the end of his life he had written more than 500 hymns.