To guide me in the doubtful way;
And o'er me hold thy shield of power,
To guard me in the dangerous hour.
3Teach me the flattering paths to shun,
In which the thoughtless many run,
Who for a shade the substance miss,
And grasp their ruin in their bliss.
4May never pleasure, wealth or pride,
Allure my wandering soul aside;
But through this maze of mortal ill,