Confidence

Lord

clasp my fal­ter­ing hand in Thine;

Too weak I am to walk alone;

My path

dear Lord

I would not choose

But ev­er say

Thy will be done.

Tempted at times

to trust in self

And in this self

feel brave and strong;

Help

in my weak­ness

Thee to trust

To do the right

and shun the wrong.

I’ll trust in Thee each day

and hour

As through this sin­ful world I go;

I’ll lean up­on Thine arm of pow­er

And then de­feat I ne’er shall know.

If I in Thee shall fall asleep

Or in the clouds shall see Thee come

Then

where there’ll be no cause to weep

Greet me

my Sav­ior

in that home.