Lord, Thou knowest all the hunger
Of the heart that seeks Thee now;
How my soul hath long been craving
What Thou only canst bestow.
Failure in my walk and witness,
Failure in my work I see;
Fruitless toil, un-Christlike living,
Calling forth no praise to Thee.
Now to Thee my soul confesses
All its failure, all its sin;
All the pride, the self-contentment,
All the “secret faults” within.
Save me from myself, my Father,
From each subtle form of pride;
Lead me now with Christ to Calvary,
Show me I with Him have died.
No more let it be my working,
Nor my wisdom, love or power,
But the life of Jesus only,
Passing through me hour by hour.
Let the fullness of Thy Spirit
Resting on Him cover me,
That the witness borne to others,
May bring glory, Lord, to Thee.

~ F. H. Allen

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