Give me faith, Lord, to run the race Set before me with quiet grace; To work, abide, and bear good fruit, Cling to the words you speak as true. Give me patience to persevere, To sing Zion’s songs even here; To wait for God, to wait, to wait— To, without ceasing, thank and pray. Give me strength—endless is the night; my days are dark and full of sighs— To endure the trials you’ve prepared, To heap on you my weighty cares. Give me wisdom—I feel my lack, You've promised it to those who ask— To lead, be led, as you’ve ordained, To teach, to learn, to understand. Give me love—make me like Christ— To lay down my life, to sacrifice. I’m of dust, just clay and empty— O with your Spirit, Lord, fill me.
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