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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T82397 K067329.000 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748. Horæ lyricæ: Poems, chiefly of the lyric kind. In two books. ... By I. Watts. London Printed by S. and D. Bridge, for John Lawrence at the Sign of the Angel in the Poultrey. MDCCVI. 1706 pp. 29-31. [20],267,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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Sincere Praise . I. ALmighty Maker God ! How wondrous is thy Name ! Thy Glories how diffus'd abroad Thro' the Creations Frame ! II . Nature in every Dress Her humble Homage Pays , And takes a Thousand Ways t' express Thine Undissembled Praise . III . In Native White and Red The Rose and Lilly stand , And free from Pride their Beauties spread To show thy skilful Hand . IV . The Lark mounts up the Sky With Unambitious Song , And bears her Maker's Praise on high Upon her Artless Tongue . V. My Soul would rise and Sing To her Creator too , Fain would my Tongue adore my King , And Pay the Worship due . VI . But Pride that busie Sin Spoils all that I perform , Curs'd Pride , that creeps securely in , And swells a haughty Worm . VII . Thy Glories I abate , Or praise thee with Design ; Some of thy Favours I forget , Or would have something mine . VIII . The very Songs I frame Are Faithless to thy Cause , And steal the Honours of thy Name Unto their own Applause . IX . Create my Soul anew , Else all my Worship's vain ; This wretched Heart will ne'er be true Until 'tis form'd again . X. Descend Celestial Fire , And seize me from above , Melt me in Flames of pure Desire A Sacrifice to Love . XI . Let Joy and Worship spend The Remnant of my Days , And to my God my Soul ascend In sweet Perfumes of Praise .