1016    L.M.     C. Wesley
“Thy mercy, O Lord, held me up.” Ps. 94. 18

1 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.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.