The victory o’er this world of sin,
For I am weak when left alone,
I have no strength to call my own.
“O! lead me by Thy gentle hand,
Across this desert’s burning sand,
And when I’m weary let me rest
My aching head upon Thy breast.
“Direct my mind to things divine,
And keep my thoughts as pure as Thine;
Oh, let no wicked thoughts come in.