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.
1707 Hymns and Spiritual Songs,'Crucifixion to theWorld, by the Cross of Christ'.
Were I so tall to reach the pole, Or grasp the ocean with my span, I must be measur'd by my soul: The mind's the standard of the man.Isaac Watts
But children you should never let Such angry passions rise, Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes.Isaac Watts
There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.Isaac Watts
And while the lamp holds out to burn,The vilest sinner may return.Isaac Watts
Joy to the world! the Saviour reigns; Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains Repeat the sounding joy.Isaac Watts
And he that does one fault at firstAnd lies to hide it, makes it two.Isaac Watts
I have been there, and still would go;'T is like a little heaven below.Isaac Watts
Softly his fainting head he lay upon his Maker's breast. His Maker kiss'd his soul away, and laid his flesh to rest.Isaac Watts
In books, or work, or healthful play.Isaac Watts