Jesus, My Master, and My Lord

Jesus

my Mas­ter

and my Lord

I would thy will ob­ey

Humbly re­ceive Thy warn­ing word

And al­ways watch and pray.

My con­stant need of watch­ful pray­er

I dai­ly see

and feel

To keep me safe from ev­ery snare

Of sin

and earth

and hell.

Into a world of ruf­fi­ans sent

I walk on hos­tile ground

Wild hu­man beasts

on slaugh­ter bent

And ra­ven­ing wolves sur­round.

The li­on seeks my soul to slay

In some un­guard­ed hour

And waits to tear his sleep­ing prey

And watch­es to de­vour.

But worse than all my foes

I find

The ene­my with­in

The ev­il heart

the car­nal mind

My own in­si­di­ous sin:

My na­ture ev­ery mo­ment waits

To ren­der me se­cure

And all my paths with ease be­sets

To make my ru­in sure.

But Thou hast gi­ven a loud alarm

And thou shalt still pre­pare

My soul for all as­saults

and arm

With nev­er ceas­ing pray­er.

Thou wilt not suf­fer me to sleep

Who on Thy love de­pend

But still Thy faith­ful serv­ant keep

And save me to the end.