Get Your Premium Membership

Best Famous Isaac Watts Poems

Here is a collection of the all-time best famous Isaac Watts poems. This is a select list of the best famous Isaac Watts poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Isaac Watts poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of isaac watts poems.

Search and read the best famous Isaac Watts poems, articles about Isaac Watts poems, poetry blogs, or anything else Isaac Watts poem related using the PoetrySoup search engine at the top of the page.

See Also:
12
Written by Isaac Watts | Create an image from this poem

Psalm 129

 Persecutors punished.
Up from my youth, may Isr'el say, Have I been nursed in tears; My griefs were constant as the day, And tedious as the years.
Up from my youth I bore the rage Of all the sons of strife; Oft they assailed my riper age, But not destroyed my life.
Their cruel plow had torn my flesh With furrows long and deep; Hourly they vexed my wounds afresh, Nor let my sorrows sleep.
The Lord grew angry on his throne, And, with impartial eye, Measured the mischiefs they had done, Then let his arrows fly.
How was their insolence surprised To hear his thunders roll! And all the foes of Zion seized With horror to the soul! Thus shall the men that hate the saints Be blasted from the sky; Their glory fades, their courage faints And all their projects die.
[What though they flourish tall and fair, They have no root beneath; Their growth shall perish in despair, And lie despised in death.
] [So corn that on the house-top stands No hope of harvest gives; The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands, Nor binder fold the sheaves.
It springs and withers on the place; No traveller bestows A word of blessing on the grass, Nor minds it as he goes.
]


Written by Isaac Watts | Create an image from this poem

Against Lying

 O 'tis a lovely thing for youth
To early walk in wisdom's way;
To fear a lie, to speak the truth,
That we may trust to all they say!

But liars we can never trust,
Even when they say what is true.
And he who does one fault at first And lies to hide it, makes it two.
Have we not known, nor heard, nor read How God does hate deceit and wrong? How Ananias was struck dead, Caught with a lie upon his tongue? So did his wife Sapphira die, When she came in, and grew so bold As to confirm that wicked lie, Which just before her husband told.
The Lord delights in them that speak The words of truth; but every liar Must have his portion in the lake That burns with brimstone and with fire.
Written by Isaac Watts | Create an image from this poem

Psalm 56

 Deliverance from oppression and falsehood.
O Thou whose justice reigns on high, And makes th' oppressor cease, Behold how envious sinners try To vex and break my peace.
The sons of violence and lies Join to devour me, Lord; But as my hourly dangers rise, My refuge is thy word.
In God most holy, just, and true, I have reposed my trust; Nor will I fear what flesh can do, The offspring of the dust.
They wrest my words to mischief still, Charge me with unknown faults; Mischief doth all their counsels fill, And malice all their thoughts.
Shall they escape without thy frown? Must their devices stand? O cast the haughty sinner down, And let him know thy hand.
PAUSE.
God counts the sorrows of his saints, Their groans affect his ears; Thou hast a book for my complaints, A bottle for my tears.
When to thy throne I raise my cry, The wicked fear and flee; So swift is prayer to reach the sky, So near is God to me.
In thee, most holy, just, and true, I have reposed my trust; Nor will I fear what man can do, The offspring of the dust.
Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord, Thou shalt receive my praise; I'll sing, "How faithful is thy word, How righteous all thy ways!" Thou hast secured my soul from death, O set thy pris'ner free! That heart and hand, and life and breath, May be employ'd for thee.
Written by Isaac Watts | Create an image from this poem

Psalm 32

 Forgiveness of sins upon confession.
O Blessed souls are they Whose sins are covered o'er! Divinely blest, to whom the Lord Imputes their guilt no more.
They mourn their follies past, And keep their hearts with care; Their lips and lives, without deceit, Shall prove their faith sincere.
While I concealed my guilt, I felt the fest'ring wound; Till I confessed my sins to thee, And ready pardon found.
Let sinners learn to pray, Let saints keep near the throne; Our help, in times of deep distress, Is found in God alone.
Written by Isaac Watts | Create an image from this poem

Hymn 33

 Absurdity of infidelity.
1 Cor.
1:26-31.
Shall atheists dare insult the cross Of our Redeemer, God? Shall infidels reproach his laws, Or trample on his blood? What if he choose mysterious ways To cleanse us from our faults? May not the works of sovereign grace Transcend our feeble thoughts? What if his gospel bids us fight With flesh, and self, and sin, The prize is most divinely bright That we are called to win.
What if the foolish and the poor His glorious grace partake, This but confirms his truth the more, For so the prophets spake.
Do some that own his sacred name Indulge their souls in sin? Jesus should never bear the blame, His laws are pure and clean.
Then let our faith grow firm and strong, Our lips profess his word; Nor blush nor fear to walk among The men that love the Lord.


Written by Isaac Watts | Create an image from this poem

Psalm 130

 Pardoning grace.
Out of the deeps of long distress, The borders of despair, I sent my cries to seek thy grace, My groans to move thine ear.
Great God, should thy severer eye, And thine impartial hand, Mark and revenge iniquity, No mortal flesh could stand.
But there are pardons with my God For crimes of high degree; Thy Son has bought them with his blood, To draw us near to thee.
[I wait for thy salvation, Lord, With strong desires I wait; My soul, invited by thy word, Stands watching at thy gate.
] [Just as the guards that keep the night Long for the morning skies, Watch the first beams of breaking light, And meet them with their eyes; So waits my soul to see thy grace, And, more intent than they, Meets the first openings of thy face, And finds a brighter day.
] [Then in the Lord let Isr'el trust, Let Isr'el seek his face; The Lord is good as well as just, And plenteous is his grace.
There's full redemption at his throne For sinners long enslaved; The great Redeemer is his Son, And Isr'el shall be saved.
]
Written by Isaac Watts | Create an image from this poem

Against Idleness and Mischief

 How doth the little busy Bee 
Improve each shining Hour,
And gather Honey all the day
From every opening Flower!

How skilfully she builds her Cell!
How neat she spreads the Wax!
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet Food she makes.
In Works of Labour or of Skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some Mischief still For idle Hands to do.
In Books, or Work, or healthful Play Let my first Years be past, That I may give for every Day Some good Account at last.
Written by Isaac Watts | Create an image from this poem

Psalm 124

 A song for the fifth of November.
Had not the Lord, may Isr'el say, Had not the Lord maintained our side, When men, to make our lives a prey, Rose like the swelling of the tide; The swelling tide had stopped our breath, So fiercely did the waters roll, We had been swallowed deep in death; Proud waters had o'erwhelmed our soul.
We leap for joy, we shout and sing, Who just escaped the fatal stroke; So flies the bird with cheerful wing, When once the fowler's snare is broke.
For ever blessed be the Lord, Who broke the fowler's cursed snare, Who saved us from the murd'ring sword, And made our lives and souls his care.
Our help is in Jehovah's name, Who formed the earth and built the skies: He that upholds that wondrous frame Guards his own church with watchful eyes.
Written by Isaac Watts | Create an image from this poem

Psalm 119 part 2

 Secret devotion and spiritual-mindedness.
ver.
147,55 To thee, before the dawning light My gracious God, I pray; I meditate thy name by night, And keep thy law by day.
ver.
81 My spirit faints to see thy grace, Thy promise bears me up; And while salvation long delays, Thy word supports my hope.
ver.
164 Seven times a day I lift my hands, And pay my thanks to thee; Thy righteous providence demands Repeated praise from me.
ver.
62 When midnight darkness veils the skies, I call thy works to mind; My thoughts in warm devotion rise, And sweet acceptance find.
Written by Isaac Watts | Create an image from this poem

Hymn 167

 The Divine Perfections.
Great God! thy glories shall employ My holy fear, my humble joy; My lips in songs of honor bring Their tribute to th' eternal King.
[Earth, and the stars, and worlds unknown, Depend precarious on his throne; All nature hangs upon his word, And grace and glory own their Lord.
] [His sovereign power what mortal knows? If be command, who dares oppose? With strength he girds himself around, And treads the rebels to the ground.
] [Who shall pretend to teach him skill, Or guide the counsels of his will? His wisdom, like a sea divine, Flows deep and high beyond our line.
] [His name is holy, and his eye Burns with immortal jealousy He hates the sons of pride, and sheds His fiery vengeance on their heads.
] [The beaming of his piercing sight Bring dark hypocrisy to light; Death and destruction naked lie, And hell uncovered to his eye.
] [Th' eternal law before him stands; His justice, with impartial hands, Divides to all their due reward, Or by the sceptre or the sword.
] [His mercy, like a boundless sea, Washes our load of guilt away; While his own Son came down and died T' engage his justice on our side.
] [Each of his words demands my faith; My soul can rest on all he saith; His truth inviolably keeps The largest promise of his lips.
] O tell me, with a gentle voice, "Thou art my God," and I'll rejoice! Filled with thy love, I dare proclaim The brightest honors of thy name.
12