I am thy workmanship, O Lord!

And unto thee belong;

Thou art my shield, my Great Reward,

My Glory, and my song.

2 Surround me with thy guardian might,

Uphold me with thy grace;

Unharmed, conduct me through the fight;

Unwearied, through the race.

3 Make me a weapon of thy power,

An angel of thy will;

To thee devoted, let each hour

Its happy task fulfill.

4 Yet dare not I, a child of dust

Thus plead my filial claim,

But as in him is all my trust,

Who bears a Saviour’s name.