To keep the lamp alive
With oil we fill the bowl;
’Tis wa­ter makes the wil­low thrive,
And grace that feeds the soul.

The Lord’s un­spar­ing hand
Supplies the liv­ing stream;
It is not at our own com­mand,
But still de­rived from Him.

Beware of Pe­ter’s word
Nor con­fi­dent­ly say,
I ne­ver will de­ny Thee, Lord,
But Grant I ne­ver may.

Man’s wis­dom is to seek
His strength in God alone;
And e’en an an­gel would be weak,
Who trust­ed in his own.

Retreat be­neath His wings,
And in His grace con­fide;
This more ex­alts the King of kings
Than all your works be­side.

In Je­sus is our store,
Grace is­sues from His throne;
Whoever says, I want no more,
Confesses he has none.