Written by Philip Doddridge 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.