1 Lord of all my footsteps,
watching from above,
keep me in the safety
of your perfect love.

2 Others moved by malice
spread untruths around:
shall their schemes not falter
and their plans rebound?

3 For their hope is riches,
time will yet destroy;
you are all my treasure
and my lasting joy.

After Psalm 17, David Mowbray (born 1938)
© David Mowbray/Jubilate Hymns
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