User:Abiyh

Lord, Thou knowest all the hunger

Of the heart that seeks Thee now;

How my soul hath long been craving

What Thou only canst bestow

Failure in my walk and witness,

Failure in my work I see;

Fruitless toil, un-Christ like living,

Calling forth no praise to Thee.

Now to Thee my soul confesses

All its failure, all its sin;

All the pride, the self-contentment,

All the “secret faults” within.

Save me from myself, my Father,

From each subtle form of pride;

Lead me now with Christ to Calvary,

Show me I with Him have died.

No more let it be my working,

Nor my wisdom, love, or power,

But the life of Jesus only,

Passing through me hour by hour.

Father, in Thy Son’s Name, pleading,

I believe my prayer is heard;

And I praise Thee for the answer,

Resting simply on Thy word.

Praising now, praising now,

Thou hast answered, Lord, I know.

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