Isaac Watts
Isaac Watts
Isaac Wattswas an English Christian minister, hymnwriter, theologian and logician. A prolific and popular hymn writer, his work was part of evangelization. He was recognized as the "Father of English Hymnody", credited with some 750 hymns. Many of his hymns remain in use today and have been translated into numerous languages...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth17 July 1674
judging logic helping
Logic helps us to strip off the outward disguise of things, and to behold and judge of them in their own nature.
heard slumber
'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, you have waked me too soon, I must slumber again.
god-love should expected
It is not to be expected that we should love God supremely if we have not known him to be more desirable than all other things.
reading men intellectual
As a man may be eating all day, and for want of digestion is never nourished, so these endless readers may cram themselves in vain with intellectual food.
blessing sorrow thorns
No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He comes to make His blessings flow Far as the curse is found.
two mind three
When two or three sciences are pursued at the same time if one of them be dry, as logic, let another be more entertaining, to secure the mind from weariness.
imagination mind may
Study detains the mind by the perpetual occurrence of something new, which may gratefully strike the imagination.
sophistry argument appearance
When a false argument puts on the appearance of a true one, then it is properly called a sophism or fallacy.
college cells soul
A hermit who has been shut up in his cell in a college has contracted a sort of mould and rust upon his soul.
passion gale rising
The passions are the gales of life; and it is religion only that can prevent them from rising into a tempest.
wise character men
In common discourse we denominate persons and things according to the major part of their character; he is to be called a wise man who has but few follies.
book years play
At books, or work, or healthy play, Let all my years be passed; That I may give for every day A good account at last.
pride power rocks
Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur and repine, To see the wicked placed on high, In pride and robes of honor shine. But oh, their end, their dreadful end, Thy sanctuary taught me so, On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below.
dream streams our-lives
Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away: our life's a dream,...