Hans Adolph Brorson: 'Jeg gaaer i fare, hvor jeg gaaer'

I walk in danger where i tread

 

I walk in danger where I tread,
my soul would e’er remind me
that Satan stands behind, ahead
with fetters that would bind me;
his hidden hell-fire’s ray
can oft lead me astray
if from my post I once have fled.
I walk in danger where I tread.

 

I walk in hardship where I tread –
foul sin, I must forswear it;

should God’s rod rain upon my head,

with patience I must bear it;

I often see no way

along which to assay
when setbacks’ mists around me spread.
I walk in hardship where I tread.

 

I walk but deathwards where I tread,

all certainty’s denied me,

each day or hour is one more thread

with which he now has tied me,

a tiny breath of air

can end the whole affair

and to eternity I’m sped.
I walk but deathwards where I tread.

 

I walk midst angels where I tread,
whose loving care’s eternal,

and Satan’s power provokes no dread

in such a host supernal.
Begone, world’s cares malign!
An angel stronghold’s mine
though hairs be harmed upon my head.
I walk midst angels where I tread.

 

I walk with Jesus where I tread,
close by his side he keeps me,
he shelters through the blood he’s shed
and helps me fight if needs be.

And where he once has trod

I too will seek to plod

though some would see me fail instead.
I walk with Jesus where I tread.

 

I walk to heaven where I tread,
so let my heart be cheerful,

its sole goal where all pain is shed

and sin leaves no one tearful.

Begone, world’s pomp and state!

I gaze on heaven’s gate,

all love of worldly goods now dead.
I walk to heaven where I tread.