Father, to Thee I come,
Owning how weak I am;
Grant Thy sus­tain­ing arm—
Lead me, I pray.

More of Thy love I’d have;
Nearer to Thee would live:
Earnest heart ser­vice give,
Day af­ter day.

In the straight nar­row path,
Thou bidst me walk by faith;
Oh, grant the grace that hath
Aided alway.

When I shall tempt­ed be,
Nothing but clouds can see—
Strengthen my trust in Thee,
Let me not stray.

When comes that fi­nal night,
Ere faith is changed to sight,
Be Thou the per­fect light,
Leading to day.