Whene'er I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me?
Isaac Watts (1674 - 1748)
Source: Divine Songs. Song iv.
Contributed by: Zaady
Strange that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long!
Source: Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 19.
There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
Source: Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 66.
The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.
Source: Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 63.
Kind words toward those you daily meet, Kind words and actions right, Will make this life of ours most sweet, Turn darkness into night.
'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, "You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again."
Source: The Sluggard.
I have been there, and still would go; 'T is like a little heaven below.
Source: Divine Songs. Song xxviii.
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber! Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.
Source: A Cradle Hymn.
And he that does one fault at first And lies to hide it, makes it two.
Source: Song xv.
Birds in their little nests agree; And 'tis a shameful sight When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight.
Source: Song xvii.
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