1 Let sinners take their course, And choose the road to death; But in the worship of my God I'll spend my daily breath.
2 My thoughts address his throne When morning brings the light; I seek his blessing every noon, And pay my vows at night.
3 Thou wilt regard my cries, O my eternal God, While sinners perish in surprise Beneath thine angry rod.
4 Because they dwell at ease, And no sad changes feel, They neither fear nor trust thy Name, Nor learn to do thy will.
5 But I with all my cares Will call upon the Lord, I'll cast my burdens on his arm, And rest upon his word,
6 His arm shall well sustain The children of his love; The ground on which their safety stands No earthly power can move.