Lord! I have foes without, within,

The world, the flesh, indwelling sin,

Life’s daily ills, temptation’s power,

The tempted spirit’s weaker hour.

2 Yet, in the gloom of silent thought,

I call to mind what God hath wrought—

Thy wonders in the days of old,

Thy mercies great and manifold.

3 O, then to thee I stretch my hands,

Like failing streams through desert sands;

I thirst for thee, as harvest plains,

Parched by the summer, thirst for rains!

4 Teach me thy will, subdue my own;

Thou art my God, and thou alone;

Release my soul from trouble, Lord!

Quicken and keep me by thy word.