And since I am not
brave and strong,
Give me Thy hand;
The night is dark
and this is such
a foreign land.
And since I stumble
often, ‘lest
I lose my way,
Walk with me ’til
the night becomes
another day.
Thou knowest of my need
for love,
since love Thou art.
Let me lay my weary head
against Thy heart.
And being nothing
without Thee
Lord, Thou must be
all things to me.
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