God of my life, whose gracious power

Through varied deaths my soul hath led,

Or turned aside the fatal hour,

Or lifted up my sinking head!

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.

Whither, oh whither should I fly,

But to my loving Father’s breast;

Secure within Thine arms to lie,

And safe beneath Thy wings to rest!

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.

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.