Isaac Watts 1674-1748
Watts, a non-conformist preacher, was responsible for developing hymns for adults and for children in the early 18th century. Written in a simple and clear style, they attracted many readers. For examples of some of his hymns, use the following link: WATTS HYMNS
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How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower! |
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How skillfully she builds her cell! How neat she spreads the wax! And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. |
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In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. |
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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. |
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'Tis the voice of the Sluggard: I heard him complain, 'You have waked me too soon! I must slumber again!' As the door on its hinges, so he on his bead Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head. | |
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'A little more sleep, and a little more slumber!' Thus he wastes half his days and his hours without number; And when he gets up he sits folding his hands, Or walks about sauntering, or trifling he stands. | |
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I passed by his garden, and saw the wild brier, The thorn, and the thistle grow broader and higher: The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags; And his money still wastes, till he starves or he begs. | |
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I made him a visit, still hoping to find He had took better care for improving his mind: He told me his dreams, talk'd of eating and drinking; But he scarce reads his Bible, and never loves thinking. | |
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Said I then to my heart, 'Here's a lesson for me! That man's but a picture of what I might be; But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding, Who have taught me by times to love working and reading!' |