1 Lord, I believe thy ev'ry word,
Thy every promise true:
And lo! I wait on thee, my Lord,
Till I my strength renew.
2 If in this feeble flesh I may
Awhile shew forth thy praise,
Jesu support the tott'ring clay,
And lengthen out my days.
3 If such a worm as I can spread
The common Saviour's name;
Let him who rais'd thee from the dead,
Quicken my mortal frame.
4 Still let me live thy blood to show,
Which purges ev'ry stain;
And gladly linger out below
A few more years in pain.
5 Spare me, till my strength of soul,
Till I thy love retrieve;
Till faith shall make my spirit whole,
And perfect soundness give.
6 For this in stedfast hope I wait,
Now, Lord, my soul restore;
Now the new heav'ns and earth create,
And I shall sin no more.
Source: A Pocket Hymn Book: designed as a constant companion for the pious, collected from various authors (9th ed.) #LXXVII
|First Line:||Lord, I believe Thy every word|
|Title:||The Aged Minister's Prayer|