Beset with snares
on every hand,
In life's uncertain path I stand:
Saviour divine, diffuse
To guide my doubtful footsteps right.
this roving, treacherous heart
To fix on Mary's better part,
the trifles of the 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.
Thou, my Jesus, still art nigh,
Cheerful I live, and joyful die;
when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in Thee!
-- Philip Doddridge, 1755. (altered)
From C.H. Spurgeon's "Our Own Hymnbook"
10:42 But one thing is needful: and
Mary hath chosen that good part, which
not be taken away from her.
Luke 10:39 And she had a sister called Mary,
which also sat at Jesus' feet,
and heard his word.