Lord, be Thou unto me, I pray,

My blest companion day by day.

Be to me as my vital breath,

The One o’er all, in life, in
death,

The One to whom my soul shall
cling

In joy or sorrow, while I sing.

 

Sing of Thy love for such as I,

That led Thee to the cross to
die;

To cleanse me from all sin and
guilt,

By Thy most precious blood, thus
spilt.

Oh, be to me my staff and stay,

My guard by night, my guide by
day.

 

And let me not plan any thing

Apart from Thee, but I would
bring

All things to Thee continually,

The things that are too hard for
me;

From henceforth I’d no burden
bear,

But cast on Thee my every care.

 

(From Help
and Food, Vol. 47.)