Isaac Watts Quotes

For sov'reign pow'r reign not alone, Grace is the partner of the throne; Thy grace and justice mighty Lord, Shall well divide our last reward.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn-writer. "My spirit looks to God alone," l. 13-16, Psalms of David (1719).
(2) (0)
My spirit looks to God alone, My rock and refuge is His throne, In all my fears, in all my straits, My soul on His salvation waits.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn-writer. "My spirit looks to God alone," l. 1-4, Psalms of David (1719).
(2) (0)
Now shall my inward joys arise, And burst into a song; Almighty love inspires my heart, And pleasure tunes my tongue.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn-writer. Published in The Sacred Harp (1991). "Now shall my inwards joys arise," (1709).
(3) (0)
The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their lives and cares, Are carried downwards by thy flood, And lost in following years. Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn writer. Our God, Our Help in Ages Past (l. 21-28). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
(1) (1)
Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home;
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British poet. Our God, Our Help in Ages Past (l. 1-4). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
(3) (0)
Be thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn writer. Our God, Our Help in Ages Past (l. 35-36). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
(1) (0)
Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come; Be thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn-writer. Published in The Pilgrim Hymnal (1958). "Our God, our help in ages past," l. 21-24 (1719).
(1) (0)
Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn-writer. Psalm 90, st. 5, The Psalms of David Imitated (1719).
(1) (0)
Salvation, O the joyful sound! 'Tis pleasure to our ears; A sov'reign balm for ev'ry wound, A cordial for our fears.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn-writer. Published in The Sacred Harp (1991). "Salvation, O the joyful sound!" L. 1-4 (1707).
(3) (0)
Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal cares shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found Like David's harp of solemn sound.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn-writer. Published in The Sacred Harp (1991). "Sweet is the day of sacred rest," l. 1-4 (1719).
(2) (0)