Children poems
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Psalm 84 part 1
© Isaac Watts
How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints
To meet th' assemblies of thy saints.
Psalm 78 part 1
© Isaac Watts
Let children hear the mighty deeds
Which God performed of old,
Which in our younger years we saw,
And which our fathers told.
Psalm 77 part 2
© Isaac Watts
"How awful is thy chast'ning rod!"
May thy own children say:
"The great, the wise, the dreadful God!
How holy is his way !"
Psalm 74
© Isaac Watts
Will God for ever cast us off?
His wrath for ever smoke
Against the people of his love,
His little chosen flock?
Psalm 58
© Isaac Watts
Judges, who rule the world by laws,
Will ye despise the righteous cause,
When th' injured poor before you stands?
Dare ye condemn the righteous poor,
And let rich sinners 'scape secure,
While gold and greatness bribe your hands?
Psalm 45
© Isaac Watts
My Savior and my King,
Thy beauties are divine;
Thy lips with blessings overflow,
And every grace is thine.
Psalm 16 part 3
© Isaac Watts
When God is nigh, my faith is strong;
His arm is my almighty prop:
Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.
Psalm 147 part 2
© Isaac Watts
O Britain, praise thy mighty God,
And make his honors known abroad,
He bid the ocean round thee flow;
Not bars of brass could guard thee so.
Psalm 147 part 1
© Isaac Watts
Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in his praise;
His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.
Psalm 14 part 2
© Isaac Watts
Are sinners now so senseless grown
That they the saints devour?
And never worship at thy throne,
Nor fear thine awful power?
Psalm 128
© Isaac Watts
O happy man, whose soul is filled
With zeal and reverent awe!
His lips to God their honors yield,
His life adorns the law.
Psalm 127
© Isaac Watts
If God succeed not, all the cost
And pains to build the house are lost;
If God the city will not keep,
The watchful guards as well may sleep.
Psalm 12
© Isaac Watts
Lord, if thou dost not soon appear,
Virtue and truth will fly away;
A faithful man amongst us here
Will scarce be found, if thou delay.
