Weak, and often powerless,
Languishing in deep distress;
I can turn and seek His might,
For the battles I must fight.
For the battles are not mine,
Jesus, Captain, they are Thine;
Every enemy is weak,
When Thy strength I daily seek.
Soaring, running, walking too,
Everyday my strength renew;
As I go along life’s course,
Be my strength and full resource.