1  My will is weak, my strength is frail,

    And all my hope is nearly gone;

    I can but trust Thy working true

    To gently hold and lead me on.

 2  I've tried my best, but still have failed,

    E'en as before I've failed and erred;

    Thy patience is my only trust

    To hold and keep me to Thy word.

 3  When'er my heart is lifted up,

    How very near I am to fall;

    I dare not do, I dare not think,

    I need Thyself in great or small.

 4  Thou art my Savior, strength and stay,

    O Lord, I come to seek Thy face;

    Though I'm the weakest of the weak,

    My strength is nothing but Thy grace.