Isaac Watts

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

Isaac Watts Poems

401. Hymn 56 1/1/2004
402. Psalm 107 Part 3 1/1/2004
403. Hymn 32 1/1/2004
404. Psalm Lxxii: Great God 1/3/2003
405. Hymn 84 1/1/2004
406. Psalm 111 Part 2 1/1/2004
407. Psalm Xxxii: Happy The Man 1/3/2003
408. Psalm Viii: O Lord, Our Lord 1/3/2003
409. Hymn 123 1/1/2004
410. Hymn 90 1/1/2004
411. Hymn 94 1/1/2004
412. Hymn 3 1/1/2004
413. Psalm 103 Part 1 1/1/2004
414. Psalm Lxxiv: Will God For Ever Cast Us Off? 1/3/2003
415. Psalm Lxxiii: Now I'M Convinced The Lord Is Kind 1/3/2003
416. Hymn 116 1/1/2004
417. Hymn 129 1/1/2004
418. Hymn 131 1/1/2004
419. Psalm 119 Part 11 1/1/2004
420. Hymn 127 1/1/2004
421. Hymn 99 1/1/2004
422. Hymn 151 1/1/2004
423. Psalm Iii: My God, How Many Are My Fears 1/3/2003
424. Psalm 103 Part 2 1/1/2004
425. Psalm Xxxv: Now Plead My Cause, Almighty God 1/3/2003
426. Psalm 107 Part 2 1/1/2004
427. Psalm 107 Part 1 1/1/2004
428. Hymn 133 1/1/2004
429. Hymn 125 1/1/2004
430. Hymn 120 1/1/2004
431. Psalm 102 Part 1 1/1/2004
432. Psalm 11 1/1/2004
433. Hymn 121 1/1/2004
434. Psalm Xxxiv: Lord, I Will Bless Thee 1/3/2003
435. Psalm Xxxiii: Rejoice, Ye Righteous 1/3/2003
436. Hymn 130 1/1/2004
437. Hymn 71 1/1/2004
438. Psalm 118 Part 4 1/1/2004
439. Psalm 104 1/1/2004
440. Hymn 96 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Isaac Watts

Against Quarreling And Fighting

Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so:
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For 'tis their nature, too.

But, children, you should never let
Such angry passions rise:
Your little hands were never made
To tear each other's eyes.

Let love through all your actions run,
And all your words be mild:
Live like the blessed Virgin's Son,
That sweet and lovely child.

His soul was gentle as a lamb;
And as his stature grew,
He grew in favor both with man,
And God his Father too.

Now, Lord of all, he reigns ...

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Psalm 26

Self-examination; or, Evidences of grace.

Judge me, O Lord, and prove my ways,
And try my reins, and try my heart
My faith upon thy promise stays,
Nor from thy law my feet depart.

I hate to walk, I hate to sit,
With men of vanity and lies

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