Isaac Watts

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

Isaac Watts Poems

41. Hymn 127 1/1/2004
42. Hymn 128 1/1/2004
43. Hymn 129 1/1/2004
44. Hymn 13 1/1/2004
45. Hymn 130 1/1/2004
46. Hymn 131 1/1/2004
47. Hymn 132 1/1/2004
48. Hymn 133 1/1/2004
49. Hymn 134 1/1/2004
50. Hymn 135 1/1/2004
51. Hymn 136 1/1/2004
52. Hymn 137 1/1/2004
53. Hymn 138 1/1/2004
54. Hymn 14 1/1/2004
55. Hymn 140 1/1/2004
56. Hymn 141 1/1/2004
57. Hymn 142 1/1/2004
58. Hymn 143 1/1/2004
59. Hymn 144 1/1/2004
60. Hymn 145 1/1/2004
61. Hymn 146 1/1/2004
62. Hymn 147 1/1/2004
63. Hymn 148 1/1/2004
64. Hymn 149 1/1/2004
65. Hymn 15 1/1/2004
66. Hymn 150 1/1/2004
67. Hymn 151 1/1/2004
68. Hymn 152 1/1/2004
69. Hymn 153 1/1/2004
70. Hymn 154 1/1/2004
71. Hymn 155 1/1/2004
72. Hymn 156 1/1/2004
73. Hymn 157 1/1/2004
74. Hymn 158 1/1/2004
75. Hymn 159 1/1/2004
76. Hymn 16 1/1/2004
77. Hymn 16 Part 2 1/1/2004
78. Hymn 160 1/1/2004
79. Hymn 161 1/1/2004
80. Hymn 162 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 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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