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.