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"For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do."
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn-writer. Against Idleness and Mischief, st. 3, Divine Songs for Children (1715).
A similar thought was expressed in one of the Scottish Proverbs collected by John Ray in 1719; variations of the saying have been traced back as far as St Jerome (c. 342-420). |
"Death, like an overflowing stream,
Sweeps us away: our life's a dream,..."
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn-writer. Published in The Sacred Harp (1991). "Death, like an overflowing stream," l. 1-2 (1709). |
"But, children, you should never let
Such angry passions rise;
Your little hands were never made
To tear each other's eyes."
Isaac Watts (1674-1748). Divine Songs for Children, "Against Quarreling," xvi (1715). |
"From all that dwell below the skies
let the Creator's praise arise!
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
through every land, by every tongue!"
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn-writer. "From all that dwell," l. 1-4, Psalms of David (1719).
Inspired by Psalm 117. |
"Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred Head
For such a worm as I?"
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn-writer. "Godly Sorrow Arising from the Sufferings of Christ ," l. 1-4 (1709). |
"In vain we lavish out our lives,
To gather empty wind;
The choicest blessings earth can yield
Will starve a hungry mind."
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn-writer. Published in The Sacred Harp (1991). "Ln vain we lavish out our lives," l. 1-4 (1709). |
"Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,
To mourn, and murmur and repine,
To see the wicked placed on high,
In pride and robes of honor shine.
But oh, their end, their dreadful end,
Thy sanctuary taught me so,
On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below."
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn-writer. "Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I," l. 1-4, Psalms of David (1719). |
"Whatever brawls disturb the street
There should be peace at home."
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British theologian and hymn writer. "Love Between Brothers and Sisters," xvii. |
"Birds in their little nests agree
And 'tis a shameful sight
When children of one family
Fall out, and childe, and fight."
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British theologian and hymn writer. "Love Between Brothers and Sisters," xvii. |
"My God, my life, my love,
To Thee, to Thee I call;
I cannot live if Thou remove,
For Thou art all in all."
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn-writer. Published in The Sacred Harp (1991). "My God, my life, my love," l. 1-4 (1707). |
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