Isaac Watts Quotes
1674 - 1748
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Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
Isaac Watts— 1719 The Psalms of David Imitated, Psalm 72.
How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun, How lovely and joyful the course that he run! Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun, And there followed some droppings of rain: But now the fair traveller's come to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best; He paints the skies gay as he sinks to his rest, And foretells a bright rising again.
Isaac Watts— Moral Songs, A Summer Evening.
Lord, in the morning thou shalt hearMy voice ascending high.
Isaac Watts— Psalm 5.
Our God, our help in ages past,Our hope for years to come,Our shelter from the stormy blast,And our eternal home.
Isaac Watts— Psalm 90 "Our God, our help in ages past" st. 1 (1719).
Time, like an ever-rolling stream,Bears all its sons away;They fly forgotten, as a dreamDies at the opening day.
Isaac Watts— Psalm 90 st. 5.
From all who dwell below the skiesLet the Creator's praise arise;Let the Redeemer's name be sungThrough every land, by every tongue.
Isaac Watts— Psalm 117.
The tall, the wise, the reverend headMust lie as low as ours.
Isaac Watts— Hymn 63, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book II.
When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Isaac Watts— Hymn 65 Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book II.
There is a land of pure delight,Where saints immortal reign;Infinite day excludes the night,And pleasures banish pain.
Isaac Watts— Hymn 66, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book II.
So, when a raging fever burns,We shift from side to side by turns;And 't is a poor relief we gainTo change the place, but keep the pain.
Isaac Watts— Hymn 146, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book II.
'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,"You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again."
Isaac Watts— "The Sluggard".
There's not a place where we can flee,But God is present there.
Isaac Watts— Song 2: "Praise for Creation and Providence".
Whene'er I take my walks abroad,How many poor I see!What shall I render to my GodFor all his gifts to me?
Isaac Watts— Song 4.
I would not change my native landFor rich Peru with all her gold.
Isaac Watts— Song 5, "Praise for Birth and Education in a Christian Land", stanza 3.
Lord, I ascribe it to thy grace,And not to chance as others do,That I was born of Christian race,And not a Heathen, or a Jew.
Isaac Watts— Song 6: "Praise for the Gospel".
But, children, you should never letSuch angry passions rise;Your little hands were never madeTo tear each other's eyes.
Isaac Watts— Song 16: "Against Quarrelling and Fighting".
Birds in their little nests agree;And 'tis a shameful sight,When children of one familyFall out, and chide, and fight.
Isaac Watts— Song 17: "Love between Brothers and Sisters".
The wise will make their anger coolAt least before 'tis night
Isaac Watts— Song 17: "Love between Brothers and Sisters"
How doth the little busy beeImprove each shining hour,And gather honey all the dayFrom every opening flower!
Isaac Watts— Song 20: "Against Idleness and Mischief". Parodied by Lewis Carroll in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber! Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.
Isaac Watts— Isaac Watts, Cradle Hymn.
Whene'er I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see!
Isaac Watts— Isaac Watts, Praise for Mercies.
For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
Isaac Watts— Isaac Watts, Against Idleness.
'Tis the voice of the sluggard, I heard him complain: "You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again"; As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed, Turns his sides, and his shoulders and his heavy head.
Isaac Watts— Isaac Watts, The Sluggard.
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber, holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number, gently falling on thy head.
Isaac Watts— Isaac Watts, A Cradle Hymn.
And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return.
Isaac Watts— Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book I, Hymn 88.
How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower.
Isaac Watts— Isaac Watts, Against Idleness.
The tall, the wise, the reverend head, Must be as low as ours.
Isaac Watts— Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book II, Hymn 63.
What heavy guilt upon him lies! How cursed is his name! The ravens shall pick out his eyes, And eagles eat the same.
Isaac Watts— Isaac Watts, Obedience.
Lord, I ascribe it to Thy grace, And not to chance, as others do, That I was born of Christian race.
Isaac Watts— Isaac Watts, Divine Songs for Children (Jane Taylor's lines are popularly ascribed to Watts).
