There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
Isaac Watts (1674 - 1748)
Source: Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 66.
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
Were I so tall to reach the pole, Or grasp the ocean with my span, I must be measured by my soul: The mind 's the standard of the man.
Source: Horæ Lyricæ, Book ii. False Greatness.
For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
Source: Divine Songs. Song xx.
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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