1 THOU, Lord, hast blest my going out
O bless my coming in!
Compass my weakness round about,
And keep me safe from sin.
2 Still hide me in thy secret place,
Thy tabernacle spread;
Shelter me with preserving grace,
And screen my naked head.
3 To thee for refuge may I run
From sin's alluring snare;
Ready its first approach to shun,
And watching unto prayer.
4 O that I never, never more
Might from thy ways depart!
Here let me give my wanderings o'er,
By giving thee my heart.
5 Fix my new heart on things above,
And then from earth release;
I ask not life, but let me love,
And lay me down in peace.