And helpless hands are lifted.
From Thee I strayed; ah, leave me not,
But cleanse my soul from each dark blot,
For I am sore afflicted.
A wandering sheep, but now restored,
Ah, bear me to Thy fold, dear Lord,
And let me leave Thee never,
O Thou who lovest ever!
Again we find him giving expression to faith’s certainty in a stanza that has become very dear to the Swedish people:
Blessed, blessed he who knoweth