Blessed Lord, How Much I Need Thee

Blessed Lord, how much I need Thee! Weak and sinful, poor and blind; Take my trembling hand and lead me, Strength and sight in Thee I find.

Clothe me with Thy robe of meekness, Stained with sin this robe of mine; Teach me first to feel my weakness, Then to plead for strength divine.

Safe am I if Thou dost guide me; Trusting self, how soon I fall! Walk life's rugged way beside me, Thou, my light, my life, my all.

Then whate'er the future bringeth, Smiles of joy or tears of grief; Still to Thee my spirit clingeth, Thou art still my soul's relief.