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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS POE'S COTTAGE AT FORDHAM by JOHN HENRY BONER DRINKING SONG, FR. THE SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL by RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN THE LITTLE KNIGHT IN GREEN by KATHARINE LEE BATES A HYMN TO JESUS by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX IN MEMORIAM W.M. & E.B.J. by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |