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.
Isaac WattsWere 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.
Isaac WattsIn common discourse we denominate persons and things according to the major part of their character; he is to be called a wise man who has but few follies.
Isaac Watts