1 Lord, hast thou made me know thy ways?
Conduct me in thy fear,
And grant me such supplies of grace,
That I may persevere.
2 Let but thy won almighty arm
Sustain a feeble worm,
I shall escape, secure from harm,
Amid the dreadful storm.
3 Be then my all-sufficient friend,
'Till all my toils shall cease;
Guard me through life, and let my end
Be everlasting peace.