Let sin­ners take their course,
And choose the road to death;
But in the wor­ship of my God
I’ll spend my dai­ly breath.

My thoughts ad­dress His throne
When morn­ing brings the light;
I’ll seek His bless­ing ev­ery noon,
And pay my vows at night.

Thou wilt re­gard my cries,
O my eter­nal God,
While sin­ners per­ish in sur­prise
Beneath Thine ang­ry rod.

Because they dwell at ease,
And no sad chang­es feel,
They nei­ther fear nor trust Thy name,
Nor learn to do Thy will.

But I with all my cares
Will lean up­on the Lord:
I’ll cast my bur­dens on His arm,
And rest upon His Word.

His arm shall well sus­tain
The child­ren of His love;
The ground on which their safe­ty stands,
No earth­ly pow­er can move.