Assist my soul, my heavenly King

1 Assist my soul, my heavenly King,
Thy everlasting love to sing;
And joyful spread thy praise abroad,
As one, through grace, that’s born of God.

2 [No, it was not the will of man
My soul’s new heavenly birth began;
Nor will nor power of flesh and blood
That turned my heart from sin to God.]

3 Herein let self be all abased,
And sovereign love alone confessed;
This be my song through all the road,
That born I am, and born of God.

4 O may this love my soul constrain
To make returns of love again;
That I, while earth is my abode,
May live like one that’s born of God.

5 [May I thy praises daily show,
Who hast created all things new,
And washed me in a Saviour’s blood
To prove that I’m a son of God.]

6 And when the appointed hour shall come,
That thou wilt call me to my home,
Joyful I’ll pass the chilling flood,
And die as one that’s born of God.

7 Then shall my soul triumphant rise
To its blest mansion in the skies;
And in that glorious, bright abode,
Sing then as one that’s born of God.

Source: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #195