A few years ago a friend and mentor, Bill Treeby, gifted me a copy of The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts. Though I lost it, along with virtually all my other books, to Hurricane Katrina, it was one of my favorite reads.
Speaking of Watts, I’m reading through an excellent book with my boys lately. It is a work of historical fiction entitled: Mr. Pipes and the British Hymn Makers, by Douglas Bond. So far there are three main characters – a boy named Drew, his sister Annie and an old English gentleman named Mr. Pipes. (The kids are spending the summer in England.) Mr. Pipes is slowly opening Annie and Drew to the beauty of things ‘old’. As they interact with each other, Pipes takes occasion to tell them stories about great hymn writers of the past – so far, Thomas Ken and, now, Isaac Watts.
The book is beautifully written with occasional, but well-timed, humor – to keep my 7 yr old, William, engaged.
Last night, we found out that Watts’ poetic gift emerged asa very young boy. One night his father was leading family worship and little Isaac began to giggle. Mr. Watts rebuked him for disrupting family prayers and asked for an explanation. Isaac said he’d just seen a mouse climbing the bell pull and out came this:
“There was a mouse for want of stairs
Ran up a rope to say his prayers.”
He continued writing and when showing some of his work to his mother, she questioned if the works were really his. So he sat down right there and penned this … oh, at 7 yrs of age.
“I am a vile polluted lump of earth;
So I’ve continued ever since my birth;
Although Jehovah grace does daily give me,
As sure this monster Satan will deceive me.
Come therefore, Lord, from Satan’s claws relieve me.
Wash me in thy blood, O Christ,
And grace divine impart;
Then search and try the corners of my heart,
That I in all things may be fit to do
Service to Thee, and sing thy praises too.”
His mother may have still doubted that he wrote the verses, except that little Isaac built the verses on the first letters of his name, ISAAC WATTS.
Bond goes on to share this story and his conclusion:
One day his father, growing annoyed with his almost continual rhyming, prepared to spank Isaac, but stopped when young Isaac tearfully pleaded,
‘O father, do some mercy take
And I will no more verses make’
His father did ‘some mercy take,’ but the church of the Lord Jesus ought to be deeply grateful that Isaac did not keep his youthful resolve and ‘no more verses make.’ He continued writing poetry that eventually became the great hymns, giving objective heartfelt expression to Christian worship for centuries.
The author, through Mr. Pipes, goes on to describe the way Watts’ love for the Psalms led him to versify them as a means of enriching congregational singing, which had been – in the Anglican Church – reduced to exclusive singing of the Psalms.
“Watts loved the Psalms and versified many of them, making ‘David sing the language of a Christian,’ as he called it. The fact is, David was in the fullest sense a ‘Christian,’ but, as Christ had not yet come to earth in David’s day, the name ‘Jesus,’ of course, never appears in the Psalter. Watts objected to exclusively singing praise that never used the name of the Savior.”
Whether the kids get into this or not (the book started slow, but I think they’re hooked now), I’m loving the book and would recommend it to anyone who wants to have a fuller appreciation of history and the worship of the Church.

