The Poetical Works of Isaac Watts ...: Collated with the Best Editions, Bind 1–2J. Sharpe, 1807 |
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... joys belong , And Myra's beauties consecrate your song . Fain the unnumber'd graces I would tell , And on the pleasing theme for ever dwell ; But the Muse faints , unequal to the flight , And hears thy strains with wonder and delight ...
... joys belong , And Myra's beauties consecrate your song . Fain the unnumber'd graces I would tell , And on the pleasing theme for ever dwell ; But the Muse faints , unequal to the flight , And hears thy strains with wonder and delight ...
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... joys their brutal hours employ'd , Assaulting with their impious blasphemies The Power supreme , who gave them life and breath ; Incarnate fiends ! outrageous they defied The ' Eternal's thunder , and Almighty wrath Fearless provok'd ...
... joys their brutal hours employ'd , Assaulting with their impious blasphemies The Power supreme , who gave them life and breath ; Incarnate fiends ! outrageous they defied The ' Eternal's thunder , and Almighty wrath Fearless provok'd ...
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... joys , To dismal scenes of everlasting woe ; When the great Judge shall rear his awful throne , And raging flames surround the trembling globe , While the load thunders roll from pole to pole , And the last trump awakes the sleeping ...
... joys , To dismal scenes of everlasting woe ; When the great Judge shall rear his awful throne , And raging flames surround the trembling globe , While the load thunders roll from pole to pole , And the last trump awakes the sleeping ...
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... joys of devotion ; the victory of a resolved soul over a thousand tempta- tions ; the inimitable love and passions of a dying God ; the awful glories of the last tribunal ; the grand decisive sentence , from which there is no appeal ...
... joys of devotion ; the victory of a resolved soul over a thousand tempta- tions ; the inimitable love and passions of a dying God ; the awful glories of the last tribunal ; the grand decisive sentence , from which there is no appeal ...
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... joy ; ' Pleasure must be dash'd with pain ? ' And yet with heedless haste The thirsty boy repeats the taste ; Nor ... joys show big in our esteem , But lessen still as they draw near the eye ; In our embrace the visions die , And when ...
... joy ; ' Pleasure must be dash'd with pain ? ' And yet with heedless haste The thirsty boy repeats the taste ; Nor ... joys show big in our esteem , But lessen still as they draw near the eye ; In our embrace the visions die , And when ...
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adore Almighty angels arms awful barathrum bear beauty behold beneath bless bless'd bliss blood breast breath bright celestial chariot charms cherubs clay clouds command darkness dear death deep delight divine dust dwell earth eternal everlasting eyes fair Father feet fire flame flesh glorious glory golden grace groans guardian rocks hand happy heart Heaven heavenly hell Here's love Hesiod honours HOSANNA immortal immortal song infinite ISAAC WATTS Jesus joys King light lofty Lord Lord Roscommon lose my breath lyre mighty mind mortal mourn Muse never numbers o'er pain passions Pindar pleasure poems powers praise Psalm reigns rise roar roll round sacred saints Sarissa Saviour scenes seas seraphic shining sight sing skies smile song sorrows soul sound sovereign spread stand stars sweet tears tempest thee thine things thou thoughts thousand throne thunder thy name tongue trembling tuneful Urania wings wondrous
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Side 207 - How much better thou'rt attended Than the- Son of God could be, When from heaven He descended And became a child like thee...
Side 183 - twill for ever be in vain To cry for pardon and for grace ; To wish I had my time again, Or hope to see my Maker's face.
Side 206 - How fine has the day been, how bright was the sun, How lovely and joyful the course that he run, Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun, And there followed some droppings of rain! But now the fair traveller's come to the west, H.is rays are all gold, and his beauties are best; He paints the sky gay as he sinks to his rest, And foretells a bright rising again.
Side 179 - ALMIGHTY GOD, thy piercing eye Strikes through the shades of night, And our most secret actions lie All open to thy sight. There's not a sin that we commit, Nor wicked word we say, But in thy dreadful book 'tis writ Against the judgment-day.
Side 171 - Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed, Where'er I turn mine eye ! If I survey the ground I tread, Or gaze upon the sky.
Side 106 - Such shall the noise be and the wild disorder, (If things eternal may be like these earthly) Such the dire terror, when the great Archangel Shakes the creation, Tears the strong pillars of the vault of heaven, Breaks up old marble, the repose of princes; See the graves open, and the bones arising, Flames all around 'em!
Side 186 - But, children, you should never let Such angry passions rise; Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes. Let love through all your actions run, And all your words be mild; Live like the blessed Virgin's Son, That sweet and lovely child. His soul was gentle as a lamb; And as his stature grew, He grew in favour both with man, And God his Father too. Now Lord of all he reigns above, And from his heavenly throne, He sees what children dwell in love, And marks them for his own.
Side 108 - Seraphs, with elevated strains, Circle the throne around ; And move and charm the starry plains With an immortal sound.
Side 189 - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
Side 189 - In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.