And call on Thee to hear me.
While yet a heart hopes and believes,
And still in pray'r unceasing lives,
Bold is it, and unvanquish'd.
In measure, Lord, apply the rod,
Lest I sink altogether;
Thou know'st how I can bear the load,
How life's imperill'd ever,
For neither steel nor stone am I,
But sooner pass away and die,