Thou only knowest, Lord, how frail
and weak
Is every step I take, each word I
speak;
How all is failure — that I cannot
stand
Except Thou hold me by Thy
gracious hand.
Yet since the longing of my heart for
Thee
Is but the echo of Thy love to me,
And since it is the hungry Thou dost
feed,
The weary-hearted Thou dost gently
lead,
Since ’tis the thirsty Thou dost satisfy
With living water, and the weak
supply
With strength, on Thee my utter need
I rest,
Through deepest poverty most
richly blest.
Which makes my soul Thy strength
in weakness prove,
And lean more wholly on Thy
precious love;
My Lord, I thank Thee that I cannot
stand
One moment safe without Thy loving
hand.
From Christian Truth
Beyond Death