Sweet Singers of Wales

I promise every day

To keep The narrow way,

But daily fail:

God of the bush of yore,

Strengthen me more and more;

If Thou but walk before,

I shall prevail.

A thousand evil foes

Around my pathway close,

And I am weak:

Give me Thy hand, I pray,

To hold me in the way;

And in the latter day,

Lord, for me speak!