And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.
-- Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
-- Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book i, Hymn 88
The vilest sinner may return.
-- Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
-- Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book i, Hymn 88
Related:
- Fly, like a youthful hart or roe,
Over the hills where spices grow.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs... - Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
-- Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
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Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book ii, Hymn... - Strange that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long!
Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs... - The tall, the wise, the reverend head
Must lie as low as ours.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs... - There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish... - When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I 'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping... - So, when a raging fever burns,
We shift from side to side by turns;
And 't is a poor relief we gain To change the place... - I have been there, and still would go;
'T is like a little heaven below.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Divine Songs, Song... - Bart: Hymns, here! I got hymns, here. Get 'em while they're holy.
Fresh from God's brain to your mouth. Heh heh heh...
