In thee, O Lord, I put my trust,

Thou art my portion and my song;

Thy ways, with me, are always just,

But mine, with thee, are often wrong.

2 I can not do the things I would,

For sin is in my flesh concealed;

So evil takes the place of good,

And all my weakness stands revealed.

3 But thou, O Lord, can’st make me clean,

And give me strength to do the right;

While on thy promises I lean,

All darkness changes into light.

4 O give me grace the wrong to shun,

The right to follow all my days,

And when life’s victory is won,

Then will I give thee all the praise.