Weak is
my will, weak is my word;
Hope is there none for me,
Save in the strength Thou dost afford
To those that trust in Thee.
All, all
has failed, that I call mine,
And all is failing still;
No strength I trust but Strength Divine
To hold me in Thy will.
My soul
when lifted up, is nigh
To danger and to fall,
I dare not strive, I will not cry,
I need Thee: that is all.
Thou art
my Saviour, tender, strong,
Thy face O Lord I seek,
For by Thy strength I'm borne along
Tho' weakest of the weak.
