A Prayer
My God (oh, let me call Thee mine,Weak, wretched sinner though I be),My trembling soul would fain be Thine;My feeble faith still clings to Thee.
Not only for the Past I grieve,The Future fills me with dismay;Unless Thou hasten to relieve,Thy suppliant is a castaway.
I cannot say my faith is strong,I dare not hope my love is great;But strength and love to Thee belong;Oh, do not leave me desolate!
I know I owe my all to Thee;Oh, TAKE the heart I cannot give!Do Thou my strength—my Saviour be,And MAKE me to Thy glory live.