A Prayer in Song

Savior, Thou art life to me,
Guard me by Thy watchful eye;
Ever by Thy Spirit be
Thou a guide to worlds on high.
Hide me from the storms of life;
Keep me from the tempter’s snare;
And while here ’mid toil and strife,
Let me cast on Thee my care.

Help me, Lord, to faithful be,
Give me grace to do Thy will;
That through all eternity,
Holy love my soul may thrill.
For though blest by worldly store,
Sanctioned by the creeds of men;
Jesus says, “I am the door,”—
He alone can save from sin.

Teach me from Thy blessed Word
Lessons precious to my soul;
Help me understand it, Lord,
By it make and keep me whole.
By Thy Word we stand or fall,
By Thy Word we live or die;
If in part and not by all,
Then we make His word a lie.

Oh, Thou art my refuge here,
All my hopes are built on Thee;
From all sin and slavish fear
Jesus makes me fully free.
So when all my toils are o’er,
Let me gain that blest abode;
And with loved ones gone before,
Ever dwell with me, my God.

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