Be Thou My Strength Alway

Dear Father, like a thoughtless childI stumble oft and cry,Forgetting in my waywardnessThy guiding hand is nigh.Sometimes I seek the loaf and fish,The fleshpots and the wine,Forgetting in the upper roomThou bidst me come and dine.

Dear God, I would not heedless be—To err brings grievous pain;Burn Thy wise precepts in my heart,And all Thy ways make plain.For I would rise from sinning senseUnto Thy sinless day;The flesh is weak, but Thou art strong,Be Thou my strength alway.

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Signs of the Times
August 13, 1938
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