By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      1 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;

      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 Oft hath the sea confessed thy power,
      And given me back at thy command;
      It could not, Lord, my life devour,
      Safe in the hollow of thine hand.

      4 Oft from the margin of the grave
      Thou, Lord, hast lifted up my head,
      Sudden, I found thee near to save;
      The fever owned thy touch, and fled.

      5 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.

      6 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.

      7 Foolish, and impotent, and blind,
      Lead me a way I have not known;
      Bring me, where I my heaven may find,
      The heaven of loving thee alone.

      8 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.