Father To Thee I Come Owning How Weak I

Father, to Thee I come, owning how weak I am;
Grant Thy sustaining arm – lead me, I pray.

More of Thy love I’d have; nearer to Thee would live:
Earnest heart service give, day after day.

In the straight narrow path, thou bidst me walk by faith;
Oh, grant the grace that hath aided alway.

When I shall tempted be, nothing but clouds can see-
Strengthen my trust in Thee, let me not stray.

When comes that final night, ere faith is changed to sight,
Be Thou the perfect light, leading to day.