1 When, gracious Lord, when shall it be
That I shall find my all in thee?
The fullness of thy promise prove,
The seal of thine eternal love?

2 Ah! wherefore did I ever doubt?
Thou wilt in no wise cast me out,
A helpless soul that comes to thee
With only sin and misery.

3 Lord, I am blind; be thou my sight:
Lord, I am weak; be thou my might:
A helper of the helpless be,
And let me find my all in thee.