CCVII. Mary's Choice of the better Part.

BESET with Snares on ev'ry Hand,
In Life's uncertain Path I stand:
Saviour divine, diffuse thy Light
To guide my doubtful Footsteps right.

Engage this roving treach'rous Heart
To fix on Mary's better Part;
To scorn the Trifles of a Day
For Joys, that none can take away.

Then let the wildest Storms arise;
Let Tempests mingle Earth and Skies;
No fatal Shipwreck shall I fear,
But all my Treasures with me bear.

If thou, my Jesus, still be nigh,
Chearful I live, and joyful die:
Secure, when mortal Comforts flee,
To find ten thousand Worlds in Thee.