Isaac Watts Quotes

Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings,
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn writer. The Day of Judgement; an Ode (l. 21). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn writer. There is a land of pure delight (l. 1-4). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign, Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn-writer. "There is a land of pure delight," l. 1-4, The Sacred Harp (1707).
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thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding, Who taught me betimes to love working and reading."
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn writer. The Sluggard (l. 19-20). . . Oxford Book of Light Verse, The. W. H. Auden, ed. (1938) Oxford University Press.
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Thus he wastes half his days, and his hours without number,
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn writer. The Sluggard (l. 6). . . Oxford Book of Light Verse, The. W. H. Auden, ed. (1938) Oxford University Press.
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'Tis the voice of the Sluggard; I heard him complain, "You have wak'd me too soon; I must slumber again."
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn writer. The Sluggard (l. 1-2), Divine Songs for Children (1715). . . Oxford Book of Light Verse, The. W. H. Auden, ed. (1938) Oxford University Press.
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When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), British hymn writer. When I Survey the Wondrous Cross (l. 1-4). . . New Oxford Book of Eighteenth Century Verse, The. Roger Lonsdale, ed. (1984) Oxford University Press.
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