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'.
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
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
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
The wise will make their anger coolAt least before 'tis nightIsaac Watts
How doth the little busy beeImprove each shining hour,And gather honey all the dayFrom every opening flower!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