1 What good remains in me?
An impotent desire,
A spark of faint sincerity,
But ready to expire:
Father, Thy Spir’t bestow,
I ask in Jesu’s name;
And thus I strengthen it, and blow
The spark into a flame.

2 Lord, to Thy cross I flee
In my extreme distress,
And take the strength laid up on Thee
To help my feebleness:
Grace unto them that faint
Thou promisest to give,
And sure as grace supplies my want,
My dying soul shall live.