What Good Remains in Me?

What good re­mains in me?

An im­po­tent de­sire

A spark of faint sin­ce­ri­ty

But rea­dy to ex­pire:

Father

Thy Spir’t be­stow

I ask in Je­su’s name;

And thus I strength­en it

and blow

The spark in­to a flame.

Lord

to Thy cross I flee

In my ex­treme dis­tress

And take the strength laid up on Thee

To help my fee­ble­ness:

Grace un­to them that faint

Thou pro­mis­est to give

And sure as grace sup­plies my want

My dy­ing soul shall live.