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Psalm 84 part 2
© Isaac Watts
Great God, attend, while Zion sings
The joy that from thy presence springs:
To spend one day with thee on earth
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
Psalm 2
© Isaac Watts
[Maker and sovereign Lord
Of heav'n, and earth, and seas,
Thy providence confirms thy word,
And answers thy decrees.
Psalm 129
© Isaac Watts
Up from my youth, may Isr'el say,
Have I been nursed in tears;
My griefs were constant as the day,
And tedious as the years.
Psalm 112
© Isaac Watts
That man is blest who stands in awe
Of God, and loves his sacred law:
His seed on earth shall be renowned;
His house the seat of wealth shall be,
An inexhausted treasury,
And with successive honors crowned.
Psalm 103 part 2
© Isaac Watts
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L. M.
God's gentle chastisement; or, His tender mercy to his people.
Hymn 9
© Isaac Watts
In vain we lavish out our lives
To gather empty wind;
The choicest blessings earth can yield
Will starve a hungry mind.
Hymn 64
© Isaac Watts
Behold what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!
Hymn 46
© Isaac Watts
Up to the Lord, that reigns on high,
And views the nations from afar,
Let everlasting praises fly,
And tell how large his bounties are.
Hymn 45
© Isaac Watts
See where the great incarnate God
Fills a majestic throne;
While from the skies his awful voice
Bears the last judgment down.
Hymn 16 Part 2
© Isaac Watts
Lord, what a heav'n of saving grace
Shines through the beauties of thy face,
And lights our passions to a flame!
Lord, how we love thy charming name!
Hymn 131
© Isaac Watts
Saints, at your heav'nly Father's word
Give up your comforts to the Lord;
Behold how sinners disagree,
The publican and Pharisee!
One doth his righteousness proclaim,
The other owns his guilt and shame.
The Poet's Calendar
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
JanuaryJanus am I; oldest of potentates;
Forward I look, and backward, and below
I count, as god of avenues and gates,
The years that through my portals come and go.
The Four Winds
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!"
Cried the warriors, cried the old men,
When he came in triumph homeward
With the sacred Belt of Wampum,
The Arsenal At Springfield
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling,
Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms;
But front their silent pipes no anthem pealing
Startles the villages with strange alarms.
Who goes to dine must take his Feast
© Emily Dickinson
Who goes to dine must take his Feast
Or find the Banquet mean --
The Table is not laid without
Till it is laid within.
When a Lover is a Beggar
© Emily Dickinson
When a Lover is a Beggar
Abject is his Knee --
When a Lover is an Owner
Different is he --
To her derided Home
© Emily Dickinson
Of Bliss the Codes are few --
As Jesus cites of Him --
"Come unto me" the moiety
That wafts the Seraphim --
The Way I read a Letter's -- this --
© Emily Dickinson
The Way I read a Letter's -- this --
'Tis first -- I lock the Door --
And push it with my fingers -- next --
For transport it be sure --
