A hermit who has been shut up in his cell in a college has contracted a sort of mould and rust upon his soul. — Isaac Watts Copy Share Image
“Lord, we confess our numerous faults, How great our guilt has been! Foolish and vain were all our thoughts, And all our lives were… — Isaac Watts Copy Share Image
“When the Eternal bows the skies To visit earthly things, With scorn divine he turns his eyes From towers of haughty kings. He bids… — Isaac Watts Copy Share Image
The Fondness we have for Self, and the Relation which other Persons and Things have to ourselves, furnish us with another long Rank of… — Isaac Watts Copy Share Image
Salvation, O the joyful sound! 'Tis pleasure to our ears; A sov'reign balm for ev'ry wound, A cordial for our fears. — Isaac Watts Copy Share Image
For one drop calls another down, till we are drowned in seas of grief. — Isaac Watts Copy Share Image
What bliss will fill the ransomed souls, when they in glory dwell, to see the sinner as he rolls, in quenchless flames of hell. — Isaac Watts Copy Share Image
“The Spirit is sent down to breathe On such dry bones as we. 6 Rais'd from the dead we live anew; And justify'd by… — Isaac Watts Copy Share Image
Vice and virtue chiefly imply the relation of our actions to men in this world; sin and holiness rather imply their relation to God… — Isaac Watts Copy Share Image
Ten thousand things there are which we believe merely upon the authority or credit of those who have spoken or written them. — Isaac Watts Copy Share Image
