Thou art my one and only hope,

great comfort close to me.

I find no joy apart from Thee,

no peace from one material thing.

Thy love aboundeth every day,

I receive it, then I give away,

but oh I fail each time I try

to trust Thee and obey.

Should this be easy, oh Lord, for me?

Shall I ever feel that I am free

from sin and anguish, pain and fear,

or stress not needed and flowering tears?

I long to be yoked with only you,

but I tend to befriend this lonesome world too.

Woo me with thy warm embrace,

cleanse the dirt upon my face,

take me like a little child,

hold me, love me, for a while.