Beset With Snares On Every Hand

Beset with snares on every hand,

In life's uncertain path I stand;

Savior divine, diffuse Thy light,

To guide my doubtful footsteps right.

Engage this roving, treacherous heart

To fix on Mary's better part,

To scorn the trifles of a day,

For joys that none can take away.

Then let the wildest storms arise,

Let tempests mingle earth and skies;

No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,

But all my treasures with me bear.

If Thou, my Jesus, still be nigh,

Cheerful I live, and joyful die;

Secure, when mortal comforts flee,

To find ten thousand worlds in Thee.