Sitting at worship service last night, we sung the following hymn. Every now and then, there's a song that just strikes me. Last night it was this...
I'm not ashamed to own my Lord,
Nor to defend his cause;
Maintain the honors of of his word.
The glory of his cross.
Firm as his throne his promise stands,
And he can well secure
what I've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.
Then will he own my worthless name
Before his father's face,
And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint for me a place.
Isaac Watts in 1707
It amazes me that a writer in 1707 could have written words that still strike me today.