And all his plots destroy;
While those that in thy mercy trust,
For ever shout for joy.
The men that love and fear thy name
Shall see their hopes fulfilled;
The mighty God will compass them
With favor as a shield.
— Isaac Watts, Psalm 5: Lord, in the Morning Thou Shalt Hear
Christians are a race of giant-slaying dragon-stampers. Our Chief and Lord only bruised His heel in order to smash the Heel of all history. If we are to follow the footsteps of Christ, we ought to look for the blood. If we are to walk in His ways, we must prepare our feet for battle. Strongholds must come down. Thoughts must be taken captive. We walk behind the serpent-smasher who has shown us the way.
Isaac Watts made munitions out of music. He waged war with his words. His hymns call the flock to the fight. In fact, the story goes that his songs went so far as aid the colonial shooters in the American War for Independence. James Caldwell needed more wadding for the Americans during the battle, but the only paper he could find to cram around their musket balls was in hymnals loaded with the songs of Isaac Watts. When he arrived back on the field of battle, hymnals in hands, he reportedly yelled, “Give ‘em Watts, boys!”
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