Isaac Watts
1674–1748
Poems (8)
- A Cradle HymnHush! my dear, lie still and slumber,
- HeavenThere is a land of pure delight,
- Self-InquiryLet not soft slumber close my eyes,
- The Day of JudgementWhen the fierce North-wind with his airy forces
- “How doth the little busy bee”Improve each shining hour,
- “Jesus shall reign”Jesus shall reign where’er the sun
- “Let dogs delight to bark and bite”For God hath made them so;
- “Our God, our help in ages past”Our hope for years to come,