Think On Me Lord For Thou Art Kind


I
Think on me, Lord, for Thou art kind,
And I am needy, poor, and blind,
And let the gifts Thou hast in store,
Enrich me daily, more and more.

II
I have no food my soul to feed,
Be Thou my Bread of Life indeed;
My parched spirit sighs, O give
The stream of Life that I may live.

III
My filthy raiment I disown,
Clothe with Thy righteousness alone,
And I shall walk approved by Thee,
Clad in Thy robe of purity.

IV
I have no strength; in evil hour
I fall beneath temptation’s power;
Be Thou my strength, and I shall stand
Upheld by Thine outstretched hand.

V
I cannot see the path to tread,
And blindly by my sins am led;
Come to my blindness, give me sight
That I may shape my course aright.

VI
I cannot live if Thou deny
The prayer uplifted with my cry;
I cannot die,-in mercy give
Thy grace, that I may die or live.

VII
Think on me, Lord, for Thou art kind,
And I am needy, poor, and blind;
And let the gifts Thou hast in store,
Enrich me daily, more and more.

Hymns from the East,