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.
