Work poems

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Hymn 151

© Isaac Watts

'Twas by an order from the Lord
The ancient prophets spoke his word;
His Spirit did their tongues inspire,
And warmed their hearts with heav'nly fire.

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Hymn 15

© Isaac Watts

Let me but hear my Savior say,
"Strength shall be equal to thy day,"
Then I rejoice in deep distress,
Leaning on all-sufficient grace.

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Hymn 148

© Isaac Watts

With cheerful voice I sing
The titles of my Lord,
And borrow all the names
Of honor from his word:
Nature and art can ne'er supply
Sufficient forms of majesty.

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Hymn 147

© Isaac Watts

['Tis from the treasures of his word
I borrow titles for my Lord;
Nor art nor nature can supply
Sufficient forms of majesty.

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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.

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Hymn 140

© Isaac Watts

Mistaken souls, that dream of heav'n,
And make their empty boast
Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n,
While they are slaves to lust!

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Hymn 137

© Isaac Watts

Now to the power of God supreme
Be everlasting honors giv'n;
He saves from hell, (we bless his name,)
He calls our wand'ring feet to heav'n.

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Hymn 134

© Isaac Watts

Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews,
And nobler speech, that angels use,
If love be absent, I am found,
Like tinkling brass, an empty sound.

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Hymn 132

© Isaac Watts

O let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine,
To prove the doctrine all divine.

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Hymn 128

© Isaac Watts

"O preach my gospel," saith the Lord,
"Bid the whole earth my grace receive;
He shall be saved that trusts my word,
He shall be damned that won't believe.

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Hymn 12

© Isaac Watts

Jesus, the man of constant grief,
A mourner all his days;
His spirit once rejoiced aloud,
And tuned his joy to praise:

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Hymn 118

© Isaac Watts

The law by Moses came,
But peace, and truth, and love,
Were brought by Christ, a nobler name,
Descending from above.

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Hymn 111

© Isaac Watts

[Lord, we confess our num'rous faults,
How great our guilt has been!
Foolish and vain were all our thoughts,
And all our lives were sin.

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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!

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Against Idleness and Mischief

© Isaac Watts

How doth the little busy Bee
Improve each shining Hour,
And gather Honey all the day
From every opening Flower!

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Show Biz

© Charles Bukowski

I can't have it
and you can't have it
and we won't
get it

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Layover

© Charles Bukowski

Making love in the sun, in the morning sun
in a hotel room
above the alley
where poor men poke for bottles;

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Working Out

© Charles Bukowski

Van Gogh cut off his ear
gave it to a
prostitute
who flung it away in

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Gamblers All

© Charles Bukowski

you find the turn-off, drive through the most dangerous
part of town, feel momentarily wonderful as Mozart works
his way into your brain and slides down along your bones and
out through your shoes.

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His Wife, The Painter

© Charles Bukowski

There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks,
and outside a large green bus swerves through traffic like
insanity sprung from a waving line; Turgenev, Turgenev,
says the radio, and Jane Austin, Jane Austin, too.