Eighteenth Sunday after Trinity

My froward heart, my wayward will
Oft laid me low in poor estate,
But Thou wast tender to me still,
"Thy gentleness hath made me great."

With righteousness Thou didst me prove,
With loving-kindness on me wait.
My worst reproach Thy changeless love!
"Thy gentleness hath made me great."

When Conscience stung, and man reproved,
And all the world seem'd hard with hate.
Thou mad'st me feel I still was loved,
"Thy gentleness hath made me great."

Thy wrath my soul had ne'er survived.
On Thy forgiveness hangs my fate,
But in Thy Love my life revived,
"Thy gentleness hath made me great."

Thee, gracious Father! I'll adore.
On Thee, my loving Saviour! wait.
Thee, Comforter! praise evermore,
"Thy gentleness hath made me great."