Thy hand would hold me fast,
And draw me near to Thee, my King and Lord!
So lead me that I may
Thy sovereign will obey.
Make pure my heart to seek Thy truth divine;
When burns my wound, be Thou with healing near!
Answer me, Lord! for sore distress is mine,
And say unto Thy servant, I am here!
Oh! would that I might be
A servant unto Thee,