Brorson: 'Jeg gaaer i fare, der 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.

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