God of my life, thy gracious power

God of my life, thy gracious power
Through varied deaths my soul has led;
Oft turned aside the fatal hour,
Or lifted up my sinking head.

Whither, O whither should I fly,
But to the loving Saviour's breast?
Secure within thy arms to lie,
And safe beneath thy wings to rest.

I have no skill the snare to shun,
But thou, O Christ, my wisdom art:
I ever into ruin run,
But thou art greater than my heart.

Foolish, and impotent, and blind,
Lead me the way thy saints have known;
Bring me where I my heaven may find,
The heaven of loving thee alone.