Without Thy shelter, naught but anguish can we see.
Our minds’ accomplishments impede our hearts’ advance.
Our flesh the deadly enemy that wrecks our souls’ best chance.185
Our hands, like robbers, seize on all our feet may earn.
Unless Thou prove our refuge, life’s not worth concern.
If we perchance escape with life from danger’s snares.
Our fears and anguish make it prey to carking cares.
Should not our souls in union be with Thee, O Lord,
Eternal tears our eyes will blind, and mad discord.
A way shouldst Thou not open, lost must be our souls.