Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749): The Way of Duty the Way of Safety

Are there not in the labourer's day
Twelve hours, wherein he safely may
His calling's works pursue?
Though sin and Satan still are near,
Nor sin nor Satan can I fear
With Jesus in my view.

Not all the powers of hell can fright
A soul, that walks with Christ in light;
He walks, and cannot fall:
Clearly he sees, and wins his way,
Shining unto the perfect day,
And more than conquers all.

Light of the world, Thy beams I bless;
On Thee, bright Sun of Righteousness,
My faith hath fix'd its eye;
Guided by Thee, through all I go,
Nor fear the ruin spread below,
For Thou art always nigh.

Ten thousand snares my path beset,
Yet will I, Lord, the work complete,
Which Thou to me hast given;
Superior to the pains I feel,
Close by the gates of death, and hell,
I urge my way to heaven.

Still will I strive, and labour still,
With humble zeal to do Thy will,
And trust in Thy defence;
My soul into Thy hands I give,
And, if he can obtain Thy leave,
Let Satan pluck me thence.