I bring no merit of my own,
No pure desire within me grown.
Rendered thirsty in my forsaking,
Searching deserts of my making.
Not by my strength do I arise,
But I am carried by Your sacrifice.
In Your hands, my soul finds rest,
By grace upheld, forever blessed.
When shadows fall and doubts increase,
Your whisper brings my heart to peace.
Though fear may surge and hope seems small,
Your presence overcomes it all.
To see You, Lord, is my desire,
Yet faith, not sight, You do require.
With open hands and life laid bare,
I wait, I trust, I find You there.
For all the wisdom earth can hold
Cannot compare to love untold.
Without Your stronghold, firm and true,
I have nothing apart from You.