Lord, hear the voice of my complaint,

To Thee I now commend me,

Let not my heart and hope grow faint,

But deign Thy grace to send me;

True faith from Thee, my God, I seek,

The faith that loves Thee solely,

Keeps me lowly,

And prompt to aid the weak,

And mark each word that Thou dost speak.

Yet more from Thee I dare to claim,

Whose goodness is unbounded;

Oh let me ne'er be put to shame,

My hope be ne'er confounded;

But e'en in death still find Thee true,

And in that hour, else lonely,

Trust Thee only,

Not aught that I can do,

For such false trust I sore should rue.

Oh grant that from my very heart

My foes be all forgiven,

Forgive my sins and heal their smart,

And grant new life from heaven;

Thy word, that blessed food, bestow,

Which best the soul canst nourish;

Make it flourish

Through all the storms of woe

That else my faith might overthrow.

Then be the world my foe or friend,

Keep me to her a stranger,

Thy steadfast soldier to the end,

Through pleasure and through danger;

From Thee alone comes such high grace,

No works of ours obtain it,

Or can gain it;

Our pride hath here no place,

'Tis Thy free promise we embrace.

Help me, for I am weak; I fight,

Yet scarce can battle longer;

I cling but to Thy grace and might,

'Tis Thou must make me stronger;

When sore temptations are my lot,

And tempests round me lower,

Break their power.

So, through deliverance wrought,

I know that Thou forsak'st me not!