If I might choose, I’d leave to thee
The whole control of mine and me.
God will protect and save his own,
Though in the fiery furnace thrown;
But did we know our case was sure,
’T might not effect sin’s needed cure.
To break our hold of every tie,
That we to sin and self may die,
God seems to quite forsake us here,
Nor leave one ray of light to cheer.