Now That My Journey’s Just Begun

Now that my jour­ney’s just be­gun

My course so lit­tle trod

I’ll stay

be­fore I fur­ther run

And give my­self to God.

And

lest I should be ev­er led

Through sin­ful paths to stray

I would at once begin to tread

In wis­dom’s plea­sant way.

What sor­rows may my steps at­tend

I can­not now fore­tell;

But if the Lord will be my friend

I know that all is well.

If all my earth­ly friends should die

And leave me mourn­ing here;

Since God re­gards the or­phan’s cry

O what have I to fear?

If I am rich

He’ll guard my heart

Temptation to with­stand;

And make me will­ing to im­part

The boun­ties of His hand.

If I am poor

He can sup­ply

Who has my ta­ble spread;

Who feeds the ra­vens when they cry

And fills His poor with bread.

And

Lord

what­ev­er grief or ill

For me may be in store

Make me sub­miss­ive to Thy will

And I would ask no more.

Attend me through my youth­ful way

Whatever be my lot;

And when I’m fee­ble

old

and gray

O Lord

for­sake me not.

Then still

as sea­sons hast­en by

I will for Heav’n pre­pare;

That God may take me when I die

To dwell for­ev­er there.