I strive each action to approve To his all-seeing eye: No danger shall my hopes remove, Because he still is nigh. Therefore my heart all grief defies, My glory does rejoice; My flesh shall rest in hope to rise, Wak'd by his pow'rful voice. Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath, My soul from hell shalt free; Nor let thy holy one in death The least corruption see. Thou shalt the paths of life display, That to thy presence lead; Where pleasures dwell without allay, And joys that never fade.