Be Thou my guard­ian and my guide;
And hear me when I call;
Let not my slip­pe­ry foot­steps slide,
And hold me lest I fall.

The world, the flesh, and Sa­tan dwell
Around the path I tread;
O, save me from the snares of hell,
Thou quick­en­er of the dead.

And if I tempt­ed am to sin,
And out­ward things are strong,
Do Thou, O Lord, keep watch with­in,
And save my soul from wrong.

Still let me ev­er watch and pray,
And feel that I am frail;
That if the tempt­er cross my way,
Yet he may not pre­vail.