A new tune to a hymn of trust
-Lyrics by Hans A. Brorson, 1694-1764
1 I walk in danger all the way; The thought shall never leave me
That Satan who has marked his prey, Is plotting to deceive me.
This foe with hidden snares May seize me unawares
If e’er I fail to watch and pray; I walk in danger all the way.
2 I pass through trials all the way; With sin and ills contending;
In patience I must bear each day The cross of God’s own sending,
Oft in adversity I know not where to flee
When storms of woe my soul dismay; I pass through trials all the way.
3 Grim death pursues me all the way; Nowhere I rest securely.
He comes by night, he comes by day, And takes his prey most surely.
A failing breath, and I In death’s strong grasp may lie
To face eternity today. Grim death pursues me all the way.
4 I walk with angels all the way; They shield me and befriend me.
All Satan’s pow’r is held at bay When heav’nly hosts attend me.
The are my sure defense; All fear and sorrow, hence!
Unharmed by foes, do what they may, I walk with angels all the way.
5 I walk with Jesus all the way; His guidance never fails me.
He takes my ev’ry fear away When Satan’s pow’r assails me,
And, by his footsteps led, My path I safely tread.
In spite of ills that threaten may, I walk with Jesus all the way.
6 My walk is heav’nward all the way; Await my soul, the morrow,
When you farewell can gladly say To all your sin and sorrow.
All worldly pomp be gone! To heav’n I now press on.
For all the world I would not stay; My walk is heav’nward all the way.
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