How oft in my youth have I wandered astray,
And still he hath set me again on the way;
When lost in dark error no path I could meet,
His word like a lanthorn hath guided my feet;
What wond'rous escapes to his kindness I owe,
When rash and unthinking I sought my own woe;
My soul had long since been gone down to the deep,
If the Lord had not watched when I was asleep.