O Let Me Seek That Path Where Winds Of W
O let me seek that path, where winds of woe,
And storms of sin and wrath, can never blow!
The star of heavenly hope, has ever beamed
Along the way cast up, for the redeemed.
It is a blissful way, safe and secure;
Leading to realms of day, a pathway sure.
All other paths we tread, through this dark clime,
Must be with fears o’erspread, with cares of time.
But O! this holy way, the vulture’s eye,
The hideous beasts of prey, shall ne’er descry.
Then let me seek the path, where winds of woe,
And bitter storms of wrath can never blow.