Lord, alone, I’m powerless

Lord, alone, I’m powerless;
I just cannot, cannot even stand;
Yet, what blessing weakness is
When I fully, fully trust Your hand.

Sometimes, journeying alone,
Even singing, singing wearies me;
Though the way is yet unknown,
You can keep me, keep me faithfully.

Feelings change continually.
All is loathsome, loathsome vanity;
When my eyes don’t clearly see,
Then I’m closest, closest Lord to Thee.

All alone, how can I bear
All things gladly, gladly persevere?
Only by Your sweetest care,
And Your secret, secret presence dear.

Days and moments fly away;
O’er death waters, waters soon I’ll pass;
In the hush, alone, I pray:
Lord, remember all my weaknesses.