Isaac Watts

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

Isaac Watts Poems

1. Against Evil Company 1/3/2003
2. Against Idleness And Mischief 1/3/2003
3. Against Lying 1/3/2003
4. Against Quarreling And Fighting 1/3/2003
5. Against Scoffing And Calling Names 1/3/2003
6. Alas! And Did My Savior Bleed? 4/14/2010
7. Cradle Hymn 4/14/2010
8. Examples Of Early Piety 1/3/2003
9. How Doth The Little Busy Bee 1/17/2015
10. How Precious, Lord, Thy Sacred Word 10/6/2015
11. Hymn 1 1/1/2004
12. Hymn 10 1/1/2004
13. Hymn 100 1/1/2004
14. Hymn 101 1/1/2004
15. Hymn 102 1/1/2004
16. Hymn 103 4/14/2010
17. Hymn 104 1/1/2004
18. Hymn 105 1/1/2004
19. Hymn 106 1/1/2004
20. Hymn 107 1/1/2004
21. Hymn 108 1/1/2004
22. Hymn 109 1/1/2004
23. Hymn 11 1/1/2004
24. Hymn 110 1/1/2004
25. Hymn 111 1/1/2004
26. Hymn 112 1/1/2004
27. Hymn 113 1/1/2004
28. Hymn 114 1/1/2004
29. Hymn 115 1/1/2004
30. Hymn 116 1/1/2004
31. Hymn 117 1/1/2004
32. Hymn 118 1/1/2004
33. Hymn 119 1/1/2004
34. Hymn 12 1/1/2004
35. Hymn 120 1/1/2004
36. Hymn 121 1/1/2004
37. Hymn 122 1/1/2004
38. Hymn 123 1/1/2004
39. Hymn 124 1/1/2004
40. Hymn 125 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Isaac Watts

Against Idleness And Mischief

How doth the little busy Bee
Improve each shining Hour,
And gather Honey all the day
From every opening Flower!

How skilfully she builds her Cell!
How neat she spreads the Wax!
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet Food she makes.

In Works of Labour or of Skill
I would be busy too:
For Satan finds some Mischief still
For idle Hands to do.

In Books, or Work, or healthful Play
Let my first Years be past,
That I may give for every Day
Some good Account at last.

Read the full of Against Idleness And Mischief

Psalm 104

The glory of God in creation and providence.

My soul, thy great Creator praise:
When clothed in his celestial rays,
He in full majesty appears,
And, like a robe, his glory wears.

The heav'ns are for his curtains spread,
The unfathomed deep he makes his bed.

[Report Error]