Take me, save me, through thy Son;
That which thou would'st have me, make me,
Let thy will in me be done.
2 Long from thee my footsteps straying,
Thorny proved the way I trod;
Weary come I now, and praying--
Take me to thy love, my God!
3 Fruitless years with grief recalling,
Humbly I confess my sin;
At thy feet, O Father! falling,