1 God of my life, whose gracious power,
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 God! 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 heaven may find,
The heaven 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!