1 God of my life, whose gracious pow'r,
Thro' varied deaths my soul hath led,
Or turn'd aside the fatal hour,
Or lifted up my sinking head!

2 In all my ways thy hand I own,
Thy ruling providence I see;
Assist me still my course to run,
And still direct my paths to thee.

3 Whither, O whither should I fly?
But to my loving Saviour’s breast;
Secure within thine arms to lie,
And safe beneath thy wings to rest?

4 I have no skill the snare to shun,
But thou, O Christ! my wisdom art;
I ever into ruin run,
But thou art greater than my heart.

5 Foolish, and ignorant, and blind,
Lead me a way I have not known;
Bring me where I my heav'n may find,
The heav'n of loving thee alone.

6 Enlarge my heart to make thee room;
Enter, and in me ever stay;
The crooked then shall straight become:
The darkness shall be lost in day!