From the Gadsby Hymnal

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Samuel Medley (1738-1799)