And fenced from ills my road.
Me Thou hast saved from hell’s dark flood,
Through Christ, the living God,
And strown with every earthly good
The paths which I have trod;
My only fear, amidst my bliss,
Proofs of a Father’s love to miss,
The chastenings of his rod.
Yet in return, should one enquire
If I have served Thee well,