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.
