O Lord, be with me through this day; Direct my thoughts aright, I pray, That I, this day, my place fulfill, According to Thy holy will.
Thy Word, O Lord, is bread indeed, And as upon Thy Word I feed, It shall to me new strength impart, As truth abounds within my heart.
I need Thy armor, Lord, to go Against a fierce and ruthless foe; Girt—breastplate, helmet, shoe, and shield— I shall prevail as sword I wield.
My lips shall sweetly sound Thy praise, And thankfulness shall fill my days; Within Thy joy my strength shall be, So, trusting, I shall walk with Thee.
I thank Thee, Lord, for thoughts of Thee— To Thee in danger I shall flee, And find in Thee my soul’s desire, By walking in Thy grace and pow’r.
When life on earth shall be no more, I shall Thy glorious name adore, And humbly bow before Thy throne, And praise Thee that I’m safely home.