Whither, O whither should I fly,

But to my loving Father’s breast!

Secure within thine arms to lie,

And safe beneath thy wings to rest!

2 In all my ways thy hand I own,

Thy ruling providence I see:

Assist me still my course to run,

And still direct my paths to thee.

3 I have no skill the snare to shun;

But thou, O God, my wisdom art;

I ever into ruin run;

But thou art greater than my heart.

4 Foolish, and impotent, and blind,

Lead me a way I have not known;

Bring me where I my heaven may find,

The heaven of loving thee alone.