Hymns for Love, 32

Thy servant ready to depart,
Jesus, to Thee for help I cry
The virtue of Thy name exert,
Or saved so long, in sin I die.

Preserved by my redeeming Lord
In twice ten thousand conflicts pass'd,
Unless Thy help Thou still afford
I faint and perish in the last.

If through Thy strength I have run well.
And almost won the doubtful race,
Most sensibly my want I feel
Of more, of persevering grace.

The countless storms of life brought through,
If Thou refuse my heart's desire.
Justly forsook, the land I view.
And shipwreck'd in the port expire.

I cannot to the end endure.
Unless the patience Thou bestow.
And make my latest footsteps sure.
And with me through the valley go.

But, jealous of myself, I hope
Thou wilt my Guide and Keeper be,
My weak defective faith fill up,
And to the end remember me.

Throughout my life of death afraid,
Yet, Lord, in Thee I still confide;
On Thee my trembling soul is stay'd,
Who hast for me both lived and died.

Thou wilt, I steadfastly believe.
My Saviour to the utmost prove,
And to Thyself in death receive
The purchase of Thy dying love.