Lost in the Wildering Maze of Sin

Lost in be­wil­der­ing maze of sin

And far from God as­tray

The wick­ed

guiled by Sa­tan’s arts

Pursue their dread­ful way.

From day to day they roam for rest

But all their search in vain;

They seek the liv­ing ’mong the dead

And joy where sor­rows reign.

Estranged from Thee

Thou God of peace!

What peace can sin­ners find?

What

but the phan­tom Sa­tan gives

To lure the cap­tive mind?

The wick­ed

like the trou­bled sea

In rest­less mo­tion rage

And with their con­sci­ence

and with Thee

Unceasing war­fare wage.

Till Thou di­rect our feet aright

And guide us by Thy love

From Heav­en and peace

and safe­ty far

Our wand­er­ing foot­steps rove.

When faith

up­lift­ing meek her eye

Beholds Thine an­ger cease

And grace in­spires the hope of Heav­en—

This

this alone is peace.