Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
-- Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
-- Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book ii, Hymn 63
-- Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
-- Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book ii, Hymn 63
Related:
- The tall, the wise, the reverend head
Must lie as low as ours.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs... - Strange that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long!
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... - 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... - Fly, like a youthful hart or roe,
Over the hills where spices grow.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs... - And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs... - When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I 'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping... - A flower, when offered in the bud,
Is no vain sacrifice.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Divine Songs, Song... - And he that does one fault at first
And lies to hide it,
makes it two. -- Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Divine...
