Here is one of Isaac Watts compositions from an old edition of his works that I purchased a few years back. How much I see myself in his experience… and how grateful I am that "…my dear Lord returns again, He flies to my relief: Seizing my soul with sweet surprise, He draws with loving bands, divine compassion in His eyes, and pardon in His hands." The poem is long but the flow of his thought makes it necessary (and worth the read):Backslidings and Returns
Why is my heart so far from Thee,
My God, my chief delight?
Why are my thoughts no more, by day,
With Thee, no more by night?
[Why should my foolish passions rove?
Where can such sweetness be,
As I have tasted in Thy love,
As I have found in Thee?]
When my forgetful soul renews
The savour of Thy grace,
My heart presumes I cannot lose
The relish all my days.
But ere one fleeting hour is past,
The flattering world employs
Some sensual bait to seize my taste,
And to pollute my joys.
Trifles of nature, or of art,
With fair deceitful charms,
Intrude into my thoughtless heart,
And thrust me from Thy arms.
Then I repent, and vex my soul,
That I should leave Thee so;
Where will these wild affections roll,
That let a Saviour go?
[Sin’s promised joys are turned to pain,
And I am drowned in grief;
But my dear Lord returns again,
He flies to my relief:
Seizing my soul with sweet surprise,
He draws with loving bands,
Divine compassion in His eyes,
And pardon in His hands.]
Wretch that I am, to wander thus,
In chase of false delight!
Let me be fastened to Thy cross,
Rather than lose Thy sight.
[Make haste, my days, to reach the goal,
And bring my heart to rest
On the dear centre of my soul,
My God, my Saviour’s breast.]—Isaac Watts