  I know where’er my feet may be, Tho’ prone to stray, His watchful eye is over me Both night and day. And tho’ ofttimes this heart has erred ’Mid worldly cares, I know His pard’ning ear has heard My humble prayers. At all times, e’en when I have failed To do His will, His love has in my heart prevailed— And guides me still. |
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