Choosing hymns for Sunday, I usually look at various versions to see what the editors have done to them. For one of them I discovered this verse, which I cannot recall every having seen, let alone sung. Do you recognise it?
Preserve me from my calling's snare,
And hide my simple heart above,
Above the thorns of choking care,
The gilded baits of worldy love.
I'm not going to use this verse but, actually, it fits quite well with where I'm going with the sermon!!