3 Through duties and through trials too, 3 We trust not in our native strength, I'll go at his command; "Hinder me not," for I am bound To my Immanuel's land. 4 And, when my Saviour calls me home, Still this my cry shall be,"Hinder me not," come, welcome, death; I'll gladly go with thee. But on his grace rely; May he, with our returning wants, 4 O, guide our doubtful feet aright, And, while we turn our vows to prayer, Turn thou our prayers to praise. |