Isaac Watts

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

Isaac Watts Poems

121. Hymn 37 Part 1 1/1/2004
122. Hymn 38 1/1/2004
123. Hymn 38 Part 1 1/1/2004
124. Hymn 38 Part 2 1/1/2004
125. Hymn 39 1/1/2004
126. Hymn 4 1/1/2004
127. Hymn 4 Part 1 1/1/2004
128. Hymn 4 Part 2 1/1/2004
129. Hymn 40 1/1/2004
130. Hymn 41 1/1/2004
131. Hymn 42 1/1/2004
132. Hymn 43 1/1/2004
133. Hymn 43 Part 1 1/1/2004
134. Hymn 43 Part 2 1/1/2004
135. Hymn 44 1/1/2004
136. Hymn 44 Part 1 1/1/2004
137. Hymn 44 Part 2 1/1/2004
138. Hymn 45 1/1/2004
139. Hymn 46 1/1/2004
140. Hymn 46 Part 1 1/1/2004
141. Hymn 46 Part 2 1/1/2004
142. Hymn 47 1/1/2004
143. Hymn 48 1/1/2004
144. Hymn 49 1/1/2004
145. Hymn 5 1/1/2004
146. Hymn 50 1/1/2004
147. Hymn 51 1/1/2004
148. Hymn 52 1/1/2004
149. Hymn 53 1/1/2004
150. Hymn 54 1/1/2004
151. Hymn 55 1/1/2004
152. Hymn 56 1/1/2004
153. Hymn 57 1/1/2004
154. Hymn 58 1/1/2004
155. Hymn 59 1/1/2004
156. Hymn 6 1/1/2004
157. Hymn 60 1/1/2004
158. Hymn 61 1/1/2004
159. Hymn 62 1/1/2004
160. Hymn 63 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

Hymn 5

Submission to afflictive providences.

Job 1:21.

Naked as from the earth we came,
And crept to life at first,
We to the earth return again,
And mingle with our dust.

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