Isaac Watts
Isaac Watts
Isaac Wattswas an English Christian minister, hymnwriter, theologian and logician. A prolific and popular hymn writer, his work was part of evangelization. He was recognized as the "Father of English Hymnody", credited with some 750 hymns. Many of his hymns remain in use today and have been translated into numerous languages...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth17 July 1674
pride power rocks
Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur and repine, To see the wicked placed on high, In pride and robes of honor shine. But oh, their end, their dreadful end, Thy sanctuary taught me so, On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below.
christian heart order
Order my footsteps by Thy Word and make my heart sincere; let sin have no dominion, Lord, but keep my conscience clear.
dream streams our-lives
Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away: our life's a dream,...
opinion sunbeams positiveness
Every one of his opinions appears to himself to be written with sunbeams.
sweet heart care
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.
pain night land
There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
world estates
I would not change my blest estate for all the world calls good or great.
flower butterfly worms
Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.
littles patient argument
Affect not little shifts and subterfuges to avoid the force of an argument.
book talking mind
Talking over the things which you have read with your companions fixes them on the mind.
heaven littles stills
I have been there, and still would go; 'T is like a little heaven below.
wise lying lows
The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.
book play
In books, or work, or healthful play.
light hundred certainty
Do not expect to arrive at certainty in every subject which you pursue. There are a hundred things wherein we mortals. . . must be content with probability, where our best light and reasoning will reach no farther.