Lowly and prostrate,
Kneeling before Thee,
Craving the spirit of prayer;
Wretched and lonely,
Seeking Thee only,
Leave me not now in despair.
Father of mercies,
And God of all might,
Hear Thou the sigh of my heart;
Groping through darkness,
Yet seeking the light,
Pardon and peace now impart.
Oh! to be nothing,
And Christ to be all,
Oh I to be ransomed by Thee;
Saved from destruction
And pow’r of the fall,
Through Jesus, who died for me.
Humbly I ask Thee,
Jesus, my Saviour,
Bend Thou Thine ear to my cry;
For strength and for grace
While running life’s race –
Lead Thou me on till I die!
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