A Prayer — Emily Brontë

My God! O let me call Thee mine!Weak, wretched sinner though I be,My trembling soul would fain be Thine,My feeble faith still clings to Thee.

Not only for the past I grieve,The future fills me with dismay;Unless Thou hasten to relieve,I know my heart will fall away.

I cannot say my faith is strong,I have not hope my love is great;But strength and love to Thee belong:O do not leave me desolate!

I know I owe my all to Thee;O take the heart I cannot give;Do Thou my Strength, my Saviour be,And make me to Thy glory live!