’tis his hand

’tis his hand

I love it when strong theology is put into a beautiful form of poetry.

That’s why I like Isaac Watts so much.

All Things Decreed

by, Isaac Watts

There’s not a sparrow nor a worm

But’s found in God’s decrees;

He raises monarchs to their thrones,

And sinks them if he please.

If light attend the course I run,

‘Tis he provides those rays;

And ’tis his hand that hides my sun,

If darkness clouds my days.

When he reveals the Book of Life,

O may I read my name

Among the chosen of his love,

The followers of the Lamb!