Beset with Snares on Every Hand

Beset with snares on ev­ery hand

In life’s un­cer­tain path I stand;

Savior di­vine

dif­fuse Thy light

To guide my doubt­ful foot­steps right.

Engage this rov­ing

trea­cher­ous heart

To fix on Ma­ry’s bet­ter part

To scorn the tri­fles of a day

For joys that none can take away.

Then let the wild­est storms arise;

Let tem­pests min­gle earth and skies;

No fa­tal ship­wreck shall I fear

But all my trea­sures with me bear.

If Thou

my Je­sus

still be nigh

Cheerful I live

and joy­ful die;

Secure

when mor­tal com­forts flee

To find ten thou­sand worlds in Thee.