Acquaint yourself with your own ignorance.

— Isaac Watts

For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.

— Isaac Watts

Hark! From the tombs a doleful sound.

— Isaac Watts

How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour And gather honey all the day From every opening flower.

— Isaac Watts

How shall polluted mortals dare To sing Thy glory or Thy grace Beneath Thy feet we lie afar And see but shadows of Thy face.

— Isaac Watts

Hush my dear lie still and slumber! Holy angels guard they bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.

— Isaac Watts

Hush my dear lie still and slumber Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.

— Isaac Watts

I would not change my blessed estate for all the world calls good or great.

— Isaac Watts

Learning to trust is one of life's most difficult tasks.

— Isaac Watts

Let me be dressed fine as I will Fly worms and flowers exceed me still.

— Isaac Watts