Children poems
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Psalm 111 part 2
© Isaac Watts
Great is the Lord; his works of might
Demand our noblest songs:
Let his assembled saints unite
Their harmony of tongues.
Psalm 103 part 2
© Isaac Watts
v.8-18
L. M.
God's gentle chastisement; or, His tender mercy to his people.
Hymn 99
© Isaac Watts
Vain are the hopes that rebels place
Upon their birth and blood,
Descended from a pious race;
Their fathers now with God.
Hymn 92
© Isaac Watts
Shall Wisdom cry aloud,
And not her speech be heard?
The voice of God's eternal Word,
Deserves it no regard?
Hymn 30
© Isaac Watts
In thine own ways, O God of love,
We wait the visits of thy grace,
Our soul's desire is to thy name,
And the remembrance of thy face.
Hymn 157
© Isaac Watts
Now Satan comes with dreadful roar
And threatens to destroy;
He worries whom he can't devour
With a malicious joy.
Hymn 144
© Isaac Watts
Why should the children of a King
Go mourning all their days?
Great Comforter! descend and bring
Some tokens of thy grace.
Hymn 143
© Isaac Watts
So new-born babes desire the breast,
To feed, and grow, and thrive;
So saints with joy the gospel taste,
And by the gospel live.
Hymn 121
© Isaac Watts
Thus saith the mercy of the Lord,
"I'll be a God to thee;
I'll bless thy num'rous race, and they
Shall be a seed for me."
Hymn 114
© Isaac Watts
Gentiles by nature, we belong
To the wild olive wood;
Grace took us from the barren tree,
And grafts us in the good.
Hymn 113
© Isaac Watts
How large the promise, how divine,
To Abram and his seed!
"I'll be a God to thee and thine,
Supplying all their need."
Examples of Early Piety
© Isaac Watts
What blest examples do I find
Writ in the Word of Truth
Of children that began to mind
Religion in their youth!
Against Scoffing and Calling Names
© Isaac Watts
Our tongues were made to bless the Lord,
And not speak ill of men:
When others give a railing word,
We must not rail again.
Against Quarreling and Fighting
© Isaac Watts
Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so:
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For 'tis their nature, too.
Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . .
© Charles Bukowski
some do it naturally
some obscenely
everywhere.
The Blackbirds Are Rough Today
© Charles Bukowski
lonely as a dry and used orchard
spread over the earth
for use and surrender.
We Ain't Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain
© Charles Bukowski
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever
but it just doesn't rain like it used to.
I particularly remember the rains of the
depression era.
