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JOIN all the glorious names Of wisdom, love, and power, That ever mortals knew, That angels ever bore; All are too mean to speak His worth, Too mean to set my Saviour forth. |
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2 | Arrayed in mortal flesh The Covenant Angel stands, And holds the promises And pardons in His hands; Commissioned from His Father’s throne To make His grace to mortals known. |
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3 | I love my Shepherd’s voice; His watchful eye shall keep My wandering soul among The thousands of His sheep: He feeds His flock, He calls their names, And gently bears the tender lambs. |
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4 | Be Thou my counsellor, My pattern, and my guide; And through this desert land Still keep me near Thy side: O, let my feet ne’er run astray, Nor rove, nor seek the crooked way! |
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5 | Now let my soul arise, And tread the tempter down: My Captain leads me forth To conquest and a crown: A feeble saint shall win the day, Though death and hell obstruct the way. |
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6 | Should all the hosts of death, And powers of hell unknown, Put their most dreadful forms Of rage and malice on, I shall be safe; for Christ displays Superior power and guardian grace. |
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Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |