MY life was fashioned by Thy hand, My service is Thy due; O make Thy servant understand The duties he must do.
Then those that love and fear the Lord, Shall see me and rejoice, For I have trusted in Thy Word, And made it all my choice.
Thy judgements, Lord, are right and pure, Though they may seem severe; The sharpest sufferings we endure, Flow from Thy faithful care.
Grant me sweet fellowship, I pray, With those who love Thy name; And seal my heart on Thee to stay, And guard my soul from shame.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748‡