When, weary in the Christian race,
Far-off appears my resting-place,
And fainting, I mistrust Thy grace—
Then, Saviour, plead for me!
When I have err'd and gone astray
Afar from Thine own and Wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering guiding ray—
Still, Saviour, plead for me!
When Satan, by my sins made bold,