Lord, hear the voice of my complaint, To Thee I now commend me, Let not my heart and hope grow faint, But deign Thy grace to send me. True faith from Thee, my God, I seek, The faith that loves Thee solely, Keeps me lowly And prompt to aid the weak, And mark each word that Thou dost speak. 2. Yet more from Thee I dare to claim, Whose goodness is unbounded; O let me ne’er be put to shame, My hope be ne’er confounded, But e’en in death still find Thee true, And in that hour, else lonely, Trust Thee only, Not aught that I can do; For such false trust I sore should rue. 3. O grant that from my very heart My foes be all forgiven; Forgive my sins and heal their smart And grant new life from heaven. Thy Word, that blessed food, bestow, Which best the soul can nourish; Make it flourish Through all the storms of woe That else my faith might overthrow. 4. Then be the world my foe or friend, Keep me to her a stranger, Thy steadfast follower to the end, Through pleasure and through danger; From Thee alone comes such high grace, No works of ours obtain it Or can gain it; Our pride hath here no place— This Thy free promise we embrace. 5. Help me, for I am weak; I fight, Yet scarce can battle longer; I cling but to Thy grace and might, ’Tis Thou canst make me stronger; When sore temptations are my lot And tempests round me lower, Break the power: So, through deliverance wrought, I know that Thou forsak’st me not. J. Agricola, 1531; C. Winkworth, 1863, a. 366 8, 8, 7, 8, 8, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8, 4, 8, 8 O Lord, I love Thee from my heart; I pray Thee, ne’er from me depart, With tender mercy cheer me; I scorn the richest earthly lot, E’en heaven and earth attract me not, If only Thou be near me. Yea, though my heart be like to break, Thou shalt my Trust that naught can shake, My Portion and my Comfort be, Who by Thy blood hast purchased me, Lord Jesus Christ! My God and Lord, my God and Lord! Forsake me not who trust Thy Word. 2. Yea, Lord, ’twas Thy free bounty gave My body, soul, and what I have In this poor life of labor; O grant that I may through Thy grace Use all my powers to show Thy praise And serve and help my neighbor. From all false doctrine keep me, Lord, From Satan’s lies and malice ward, In every cross uphold Thou me That I may bear it patiently. Lord Jesus Christ! My God and Lord, my God and Lord! In death Thy comfort still afford.