Explore popular quotes and sayings by an English politician Isaac Watts.
Last updated on November 21, 2024.
Isaac Watts was an English Congregational minister, hymn writer, theologian, and logician. He was a prolific and popular hymn writer and is credited with some 750 hymns. His works include "When I Survey the Wondrous Cross", "Joy to the World", and "Our God, Our Help in Ages Past". He is recognized as the "Godfather of English Hymnody"; many of his hymns remain in use today and have been translated into numerous languages.
Do not hover always on the surface of things, nor take up suddenly with mere appearances; but penetrate into the depth of matters, as far as your time and circumstances allow, especially in those things which relate to your profession.
Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.
Acquaint yourself with your own ignorance.
Learning to trust is one of life's most difficult tasks.
Acquire a government over your ideas, that they may come down when they are called, and depart when they are bidden.
For Satan always finds some mischief still for idle hands to do.
'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, you have waked me too soon, I must slumber again.
I would not change my blest estate for all the world calls good or great.
It was a saying of the ancients, "Truth lies in a well;" and to carry on this metaphor, we may justly say that logic does supply us with steps, whereby we may go down to reach the water.
Kind words toward those you daily meet, Kind words and actions right, Will make this life of ours most sweet, Turn darkness into night.
Some persons believe everything that their kindred, their parents, and their tutors believe. The veneration and the love which they have for their ancestors incline them to swallow down all their opinions at once, without examining what truth or falsehood there is in them. Men take their principles by inheritance, and defend them as they would their estates, because they are born heirs to them.
Vice and virtue chiefly imply the relation of our actions to men in this world; sin and holiness rather imply their relation to God and the other world.
From all who dwell below the skiesLet the Creator's praise arise;Let the Redeemer's name be sungThrough every land, by every tongue.
Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Disputation carries away the mind from that calm and sedate temper which is so necessary to contemplate truth.
Roses grow on thorns and honey wears a sting.
There is a dreadful Hell, And everlasting pains; There sinners must with devils dwell In darkness, fire, and chains.
Ten thousand things there are which we believe merely upon the authority or credit of those who have spoken or written them.
Love is amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.
Everyday is a birthday; every moment of it is new to us; we are born again, renewed for fresh work and endeavor.
Salvation, O the joyful sound!
'Tis pleasure to our ears;
A sov'reign balm for ev'ry wound,
A cordial for our fears.
Birds in their little nests agree; And 'tis a shameful sight When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight.
Forbid it Lord that I should boast, save in the death of Christ, my God: All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.
Logic helps us to strip off the outward disguise of things, and to behold and judge of them in their own nature.
Not all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain: But Christ, the heav'nly Lamb, Takes all our sins away, A sacrifice of nobler nam' And richer blood than they.
Must I be carried to the skies on flowery beds of ease, while others fought to win the prize and sailed through bloody seas?
Do not expect to arrive at certainty in every subject which you pursue. There are a hundred things wherein we mortals. . . must be content with probability, where our best light and reasoning will reach no farther.
Our God, our help in ages past,Our hope for years to come,Our shelter from the stormy blast,And our eternal home.
Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! Grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
Speak softly. It is far better to rule by love than fear.Speak softly. Let no harsh words mar the good we may do here.
Order my footsteps by Thy Word and make my heart sincere; let sin have no dominion, Lord, but keep my conscience clear.
A dogmatical spirit inclines a man to be censorious of his neighbors. Every one of his opinions appears to him written, as it were, with sunbeams, and he grows angry that his neighbors do not see it in the same light. He is tempted to disdain his correspondents as men of low and dark understandings because they do not believe what he does.
In matters of equity between man and man, our Saviour has taught us to put my neighbor in place of myself, and myself in place of my neighbor.
To be angry about trifles is mean and childish; to rage and be furious is brutish; and to maintain perpetual wrath is akin to the practice and temper of devils; but to prevent and suppress rising resentment is wise and glorious, is manly and divine.
Prayer is a sacred and appointed means to obtain all the blessings that we want, whether they relate to this life or the life to come.
To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praise, and glory given By all on earth, and all in heaven.
Once a day, especially in the early years of life and study, call yourselves to an account what new ideas, what new proposition or truth you have gained, what further confirmation of known truths, and what advances you have made in any part of knowledge.
And he that does one fault at first And lies to hide it, makes it two.
Now shall my inward joys arise,
And burst into a song;
Almighty love inspires my heart,
And pleasure tunes my tongue.
The passions are the gales of life; and it is religion only that can prevent them from rising into a tempest.
In works of labour or of skillI would be busy too:For Satan finds some mischief stillFor idle hands to do.
There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
When a false argument puts on the appearance of a true one, then it is properly called a sophism or fallacy.
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
There's no repentance in the grave.
Abandon the secret chamber and the spiritual life will decay.
Maintain a constant watch at all times against a dogmatical spirit: fix not your assent to any proposition in a firm and unalterable manner, till you have some firm and unalterable ground for it, and till you have arrived at some clear and sure evidence.
It would be of great use to us to form our deliberate judgments of persons and things in the calmest and serenest hours of life, when the passions of nature are all silent, and the mind enjoys its most perfect composure.
Tell of his wondrous faithfulness,
And sound his power abroad;
Sing the sweet promise of his grace,
And the performing God.
Custom and authority are no sure evidence of truth.
To prevent and suppress rising resentment is wise and glorious, is manly and divine.
Do not be deceived; happiness and enjoyment do not lie in wicked ways.
Though reading and conversation may furnish us with many ideas of men and things, yet it is our own meditation must form our judgment.
Nothing tends so much to enlarge the mind as traveling.
Among all the accomplishments of youth there is none preferable to a decent and agreeable behavior among men, a modest freedom of speech, a soft and elegant manner of address, a graceful and lovely deportment, a cheerful gravity and good-humor, with a mind appearing ever serene under the ruffling accidents of human life.
It is not to be expected that we should love God supremely if we have not known him to be more desirable than all other things.
There's not a plant or flower below but makes Thy glories known, And clouds arise, and tempests blow by order from Thy throne; While all that borrows life from Thee is ever in Thy care; And everywhere that we can be, Thou, God art present there.
Do not spend the day in gathering flowers by the way side, lest night come upon you before you arrive at your journey's end, and then you will not reach it.
Dear Lord. I give myself away. I've nothing else to give.
The stars, that in their courses roll, Have much instruction given; But Thy good Word informs my soul How I may climb to Heaven.