Isaac Watts

(17 July 1674 – 25 November 1748 / Southampton / England)

Isaac Watts Poems

1. Against Lying 1/3/2003
2. Against Idleness And Mischief 1/3/2003
3. Against Evil Company 1/3/2003
4. Against Quarreling And Fighting 1/3/2003
5. Against Scoffing And Calling Names 1/3/2003
6. Hymn 100 1/1/2004
7. Hymn 102 1/1/2004
8. Hymn 106 1/1/2004
9. Examples Of Early Piety 1/3/2003
10. Hymn 109 1/1/2004
11. Hymn 1 1/1/2004
12. Hymn 107 1/1/2004
13. Hymn 108 1/1/2004
14. Hymn 101 1/1/2004
15. Hymn 10 1/1/2004
16. Hymn 105 1/1/2004
17. Hymn 110 1/1/2004
18. Hymn 11 1/1/2004
19. Alas! And Did My Savior Bleed? 4/14/2010
20. Hymn 104 1/1/2004
21. Psalm Xix: The Heavens Declare Thy Glory, Lord 1/3/2003
22. Cradle Hymn 4/14/2010
23. Praise For Creation And Providence 1/3/2003
24. Hymn 103 4/14/2010
25. Hymn 111 1/1/2004
26. Hymn 113 1/1/2004
27. Psalm 103 Part 3 1/1/2004
28. Hymn 41 1/1/2004
29. Hymn 112 1/1/2004
30. Hymn 78 1/1/2004
31. Psalm Xxxvi: High In The Heav'Ns 1/3/2003
32. Psalm 117 1/1/2004
33. Psalm 104 1/1/2004
34. Hymn 71 1/1/2004
35. Psalm 118 Part 4 1/1/2004
36. Hymn 130 1/1/2004
37. Psalm Xxxiv: Lord, I Will Bless Thee 1/3/2003
38. Psalm Xxxiii: Rejoice, Ye Righteous 1/3/2003
39. Hymn 121 1/1/2004
40. Psalm 11 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Isaac Watts

Against Lying

O 'tis a lovely thing for youth
To early walk in wisdom's way;
To fear a lie, to speak the truth,
That we may trust to all they say!

But liars we can never trust,
Even when they say what is true.
And he who does one fault at first
And lies to hide it, makes it two.

Have we not known, nor heard, nor read
How God does hate deceit and wrong?
How Ananias was struck dead,
Caught with a lie upon his tongue?

So did his wife Sapphira die,
When she came in, and grew so bold
As to confirm that wicked lie,
Which just before her husband ...

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Psalm 16 Part 3

Courage in death, and hope of the resurrection.

When God is nigh, my faith is strong;
His arm is my almighty prop:
Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.

Though in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave

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