Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс)

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How precious, Lord, Thy sacred Word,
What light and joy those leaves afford
To souls in deep distress!
Thy precepts guide our doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids our feet to stray,
Thy promise leads to rest.

Thy threat'nings wake our slum'bring eyes,
And warn us where our danger lies;
But 'tis Thy Gospel, Lord,
That makes the guilty conscience clean,
Converts the soul, and conquers sin,
And gives a free reward. 

1. Psalm 136 (Give thanks to God most high)
2. Hymn 52 (Death! 'Tis a melancholy day)
3. Psalm 34. Part 1 (Lord, I will bless thee all my days)
4. Hymn 39 (Now shall my inward joys arise)
5. Hymn 74 (We are a garden walled around)

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