Father, to thee I come, owning how weak I am, grant thy sustaining arm; lead me, I pray. More of thy love I'd have; nearer to thee would live; earnest heart service give, day after day. In the straight narrow path, thou bidd'st me walk by faith; O grant the grace that hath aided alway. When I shall tempted be, nothing but clouds can see, strengthen my trust in thee; let me not stray. When comes that final night, ere faith is changed to sight, be thou the perfect light, leading to day.
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