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 suppliant¹ 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 desolate²！

    I know I owe my all to Thee； Oh, TAKE the heart I cannot give！ Do Thou my strength——my Saviour³ be, And MAKE me to Thy glory live.