WHEN I trace the way He's led me
Through the many years gone by,
Brought me through each sore temptation,
Sent me comfort from on high;
Kept me in the hour of trial
When the tempter's voice was heard,
In my soul I've heard him whisper,
"Child of God, hold fast My word."
Then I've found the strength I've needed,
And my soul been filled with praise,
All temptations lost their power,
And He kept me in His ways.
When I look into the future,
Think of what I yet may meet,
Of the way the subtle tempter
Spreads his snares to catch my feet;
Of his vile and subtle purpose
To entice me, day by day,
From the path where God has called me,
From the straight and narrow way;
Into what defiles the conscience,
Brings dishonor on the Lord,
Gives the enemy occasion
To blaspheme God's holy word—
Then mine eye would turn to Jesus,
Seated on the Father's throne;
See Him there my Intercessor,
Pleading for His feeble one;
With a prayer to Him ascending,
Saviour, keep me when I call,
Hold me by Thy mighty power,
Keep, or I shall surely fall;
Put Thine arms of love around me,
Let me feel Thy presence nigh,
Keep me, Lord, O keep me ever,
Till with Thee I rest on high.