My God (oh, let me call Thee mine, <br />Weak, wretched sinner though I be), <br />My trembling soul would fain be Thine; <br />My feeble faith still clings to Thee. <br /> <br />Not only for the Past I grieve, <br />The Future fills me with dismay; <br />Unless Thou hasten to relieve, <br />Thy suppliant is a castaway. <br /> <br />I cannot say my faith is strong, <br />I dare not hope my love is great; <br />But strength and love to Thee belong; <br />Oh, do not leave me desolate! <br /> <br />I know I owe my all to Thee; <br />Oh, TAKE the heart I cannot give! <br />Do Thou my strength--my Saviour be, <br />And MAKE me to Thy glory live.<br /><br />Anne Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-prayer-5/
