7s.
Deliver us from evil.
Conder.
Heavenly Father! to whose eye
Future things unfolded lie;
Through the desert when I stray
Let thy counsels guide my way.
2 Lord! uphold me day by day;
Shed a light upon my way;
Guide me through perplexing snares,
Care for me in all my cares.
3 Should thy wisdom, Lord, decree
Trials long and sharp for me,
Pain, or sorrow, care or shame—
Father! glorify thy name.
4 Let me neither faint nor fear,
Feeling still that thou art near;
In the course my Saviour trod,
Tending home to thee, my God.
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