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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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748