Thou tender, gracious Father,
Who watches over me,
How shall I ever praise thee?
Know love and honour thee?
Thou guidest me with caution
From ev’ry Secret snare;
And 'neath thy wings a refuge
I find in my despair.

With raiment, food and shelter,
Whate'er my needs imply,
For soul and body ever,
Do thou in grace supply
O Lord, I soon would perish
lf aught thou should exclude;
O could I love thee better
And prove my gratitude.

In child-like, true obedience
Help me to do the night;
May precious be thy statutes,
Thy yoke be pleasant, light!
And when some hardship threatens,
A danger frightens, me,
May thou in all my trials
My present helper be.

Thy heart is all compassion,
With love it overflows;
Whatever ill betide me
Thou knowest, and my woes.
Thou dost not sleep nor slumber
By night nor through the days;
Thine arms, almighty Father,
Enfold all time and space.