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John Cennick (1718-1755)

E with me, Lord, where'er I go;

BE

Teach me what thou wouldst have me do;

Suggest whate'er I think or say;

Direct me in thy narrow way.

Prevent me, lest I harbour pride,
Lest I in my own strength confide;
Show me my weakness, let me see
I have my power, my all from thee.

Assist and teach me how to pray;
Incline my nature to obey;
What thou abhorrest let me flee,
And only love what pleases thee.

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Isaac Watts (1674-1748) and John Wesley (1703–1791)

B

EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create, and he destroy.

Psalm c

His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.

We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love;

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

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Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

B

EHOLD, the morning sun

Begins his glorious way;

His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.

But where the Gospel comes,
It spreads diviner light;

It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their sight.

How perfect is thy word,
And all thy judgements just!
For ever sure thy promise, Lord;
And men securely trust.

I hear thy word with love,
And I would fain obey;
Send thy good Spirit from above,
To guide me lest I stray.

While with my heart and tongue
I spread thy praise abroad,
Accept the worship and the song,
My Saviour and my God!

Psalm xix