By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      1 FEEBLE in body and in mind,
      Saviour, I cast them both on thee,
      With humble confidence to find
      Thy perfect strength displayed in me.

      2 Entangled in the worldly snare,
      With sore perplexity distrest,
      O'erwhelmed with mountain-loads of care
      Beneath thy mercy's wings I rest.

      3 Thou seest I know not what to do,
      But fix mine eyes on thee alone,
      Till thou thy secret counsel show,
      And bring the blind by ways unknown.

      4 If thou direct my path aright,
      If thou before thy servant go,
      The darkness shall be turned to light,
      The mountains at thy presence flow.

      5 The crooked things shall at thy word
      Be straight, the rugged places plain,
      The creatures all obey their Lord,
      And be whate'er thy will ordain:

      6 My soul, escaped the fowler's net,
      Above all earthly things shall soar,
      Or fall at my Deliverer's feet,
      And love, and wonder, and adore.