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,
To thy household take me in.
4 Freely now to thee I proffer
This relenting heart of mine;
Freely, life and soul I offer,