Isaac Watts

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

Isaac Watts Poems

161. Hymn 63 1/1/2004
162. Hymn 64 1/1/2004
163. Hymn 65 1/1/2004
164. Hymn 66 1/1/2004
165. Hymn 67 1/1/2004
166. Hymn 68 1/1/2004
167. Hymn 69 4/14/2010
168. Hymn 7 1/1/2004
169. Hymn 70 1/1/2004
170. Hymn 71 1/1/2004
171. Hymn 72 1/1/2004
172. Hymn 73 1/1/2004
173. Hymn 74 1/1/2004
174. Hymn 75 1/1/2004
175. Hymn 76 1/1/2004
176. Hymn 77 1/1/2004
177. Hymn 78 1/1/2004
178. Hymn 79 1/1/2004
179. Hymn 80 1/1/2004
180. Hymn 81 1/1/2004
181. Hymn 82 1/1/2004
182. Hymn 83 1/1/2004
183. Hymn 84 1/1/2004
184. Hymn 85 1/1/2004
185. Hymn 86 1/1/2004
186. Hymn 87 1/1/2004
187. Hymn 88 1/1/2004
188. Hymn 89 1/1/2004
189. Hymn 9 1/1/2004
190. Hymn 90 1/1/2004
191. Hymn 91 1/1/2004
192. Hymn 92 1/1/2004
193. Hymn 93 1/1/2004
194. Hymn 94 1/1/2004
195. Hymn 95 1/1/2004
196. Hymn 96 1/1/2004
197. Hymn 97 1/1/2004
198. Hymn 98 1/1/2004
199. Hymn 99 1/1/2004
200. I Love the Volumes of Thy Word 10/7/2015
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.

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