Isaac Watts

Within thy circling power I stand; On every side I find thy hand; Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God. …O may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove...

I believe the promises of God enough to venture an eternity on them.

For one drop calls another down, till we are drowned in seas of grief.

Fancy and humor, early and constantly indulged in, may expect an old age overrun with follies.

Time, like an ever rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten as a dream Dies at the break of day. The busy tribes of flesh and blood With all their cares and fears, Are carried downw...