The ways of the world have brought me down low,
I'm in need of help--and that, I well know!
Though others may care, they all lack the strength,
To pull me on out, and to go the length.
Thus I call on Thee, My Lord and my God,
Free up these weak feet, in quicksand I'm clogged.
Thou only has Power to come to my aid,
To straighten the mess of Life I have made.
I'm counting on You, my true Hope You are,
To recover me and my fallen star.
I call unto Thee, My Maker Divine,
To me, recreate in your Likeness find.
I only can hope, I've called Thee in time,
Thus my ruined self, can be once more Thine.
Received as Thy Son, in fullness of Grace,
That I may well see, A smile on Thy Face!