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I know where’er my feet may be,

Tho’ prone to stray,

His watchful eye is over me

Both night and day.

And tho’ ofttimes this heart has erred

’Mid worldly cares,

I know His pard’ning ear has heard

My humble prayers.

At all times, e’en when I have failed

To do His will,

His love has in my heart prevailed—

And guides me still.