When I survey the wondrous cross On which the prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.
Isaac WattsJesus 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 WattsMaintain a constant watch at all times against a dogmatical spirit: fix not your assent to any proposition in a firm and unalterable manner, till you have some firm and unalterable ground for it, and till you have arrived at some clear and sure evidence.
Isaac WattsFly, like a youthful hart or roe,Over the hills where spices grow.
Isaac WattsAnd while the lamp holds out to burn,The vilest sinner may return.
Isaac Watts'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,"You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again."
Isaac WattsI write not for your farthing, but to try / How I your farthing writers, may outvie.
Isaac WattsJoy to the world! the Saviour reigns; Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains Repeat the sounding joy.
Isaac WattsLord, 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 WattsJust as a tree cut down, that fellTo north, or southward, there it lies:So man departs to heaven or hell,Fix'd in the state wherein he dies.
Isaac WattsA flower, when offered in the bud,Is no vain sacrifice.
Isaac WattsA flower may fade before 'tis noon,And I this day may lose my breath.
Isaac WattsOne stroke of his almighty rodShall send young sinners quick to hell.
Isaac WattsHow doth the little busy beeImprove each shining hour,And gather honey all the dayFrom every opening flower!
Isaac WattsIn works of labour or of skillI would be busy too:For Satan finds some mischief stillFor idle hands to do.
Isaac WattsLet me be dressed fine as I will,Flies, worms, and flowers, exceed me still.
Isaac WattsI have been there, and still would go;'T is like a little heaven below.
Isaac WattsHush, my dear, lie still and slumber, holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number, gently falling on thy head.
Isaac WattsHark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
Isaac WattsLet dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so; Let bears and lions growl and fight, For 'tis their nature too.
Isaac WattsBut children you should never let Such angry passions rise, Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes.
Isaac WattsWhat heavy guilt upon him lies! How cursed is his name! The ravens shall pick out his eyes, And eagles eat the same.
Isaac WattsReason is the glory of human nature, and one of the chief eminences whereby we are raised above our fellow-creatures, the brutes, in this lower world.
Isaac WattsHow 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 WattsI have been there, and still would go; 'Tis like a little heaven below.
Isaac WattsThere is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
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