The Poetical Works of Isaac Watts ...: Collated with the Best Editions, Bind 1–2J. Sharpe, 1807 |
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... mourn the sacrilege and the shame . < The eldest song which history has brought down to our ears , was a noble act of worship paid to the God of Israel , when his right - hand be . came glorious in power ; when thy right - hand , O Lord ...
... mourn the sacrilege and the shame . < The eldest song which history has brought down to our ears , was a noble act of worship paid to the God of Israel , when his right - hand be . came glorious in power ; when thy right - hand , O Lord ...
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... bones are pierced within him , and his soul is poured out ; he goes mourning without the sun , a brother to dragons , a companion to owls ; while his harp and organ are turned into the voice of them that weep . ' 24 PREFACE .
... bones are pierced within him , and his soul is poured out ; he goes mourning without the sun , a brother to dragons , a companion to owls ; while his harp and organ are turned into the voice of them that weep . ' 24 PREFACE .
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... mourn with them , than detain and tire him here . These gentlemen , in their large and labour- ed works of poësy , have given the world happy examples of what they wish and encourage in prose ; the one , in a rich variety of PREFACE . 35.
... mourn with them , than detain and tire him here . These gentlemen , in their large and labour- ed works of poësy , have given the world happy examples of what they wish and encourage in prose ; the one , in a rich variety of PREFACE . 35.
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... mourn the pilgrims there , ( a wretched throng ! ) Seiz'd and bound iu rigid chains , A troop of statues on the Russian plains , And life stands frozen in the purple veins . Atheist , forbear ! no more blaspheme : GOD has a thousand ...
... mourn the pilgrims there , ( a wretched throng ! ) Seiz'd and bound iu rigid chains , A troop of statues on the Russian plains , And life stands frozen in the purple veins . Atheist , forbear ! no more blaspheme : GOD has a thousand ...
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... mourn'd her ruin nigh . But , lo ! the great Deliverer sails Commission'd from Jehovah's hand , And smiling seas , and wishing gales , Convey him to the longing land . The happy day , and happy year , Both in our new salvation meet ...
... mourn'd her ruin nigh . But , lo ! the great Deliverer sails Commission'd from Jehovah's hand , And smiling seas , and wishing gales , Convey him to the longing land . The happy day , and happy year , Both in our new salvation meet ...
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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.