Before Preaching Expand thy wings, prolific Dove, Brood o'er our nature's night; On our disorder'd spirits move, And let there now be light. God thro' himself we then shall know, If thou within us shine, And sound, with all thy saints below, The depths of love divine. Before Preaching. Forth in thy strength, O Lord, I go, Thy gospel to proclaim, Thy only righteousness to shew, And glorify thy name. Ordain'd I am, and sent by thee, As by the Father thou: And lo! Thou always art with me! I plead the promise now. O give me now to speak thy word In this appointed hour; Attend it with thy Spirit, Lord, And let it come with power.