1 O Lord, I come to Thee,
Thou knowest all my state;
My heart is longing so for rest,
No longer can I wait.

2 Thou knowest all my sin;
How I, Thy ransomed one,
Have gone the way my heart desired,
And left Thy will undone.

3 Lord, Thou canst work in me
The will to do Thy will;
And Thou canst work in me to work,
Thy pleasure to fulfil.

4 In utter lack of strength
Into Thine arms I fall;
For if Thou dost not hold me up,
I cannot stand at all.

5 Thine everlasting arms
Will never let me go;
The arms of Him who fainteth not
Can never weary grow.

6 Lord, Thou wilt take me now;
I trust myself to Thee,
That as Thy will is done in heaven
It may be done in me.