Oh, my sweet Lord, my Champion Grace,
My ever-present teacher,
I see your face in joy and necessary woe,
I have no hidden feature.
I can only feel you know me better,
Then I can yet know myself,
You know what my heart can weather,
You know the balance of my soul’s wealth.
You know what lies before me,
As I try to understand what lies behind,
In private pride and desolation, Thou saw me,
To the fullness of Time.
I know that I have work to do,
If only to push past my flaws,
I know my light comes direct from You,
To clutch me from those jaws.
I lift my face and hands to You,
As I set them to my tasks,
I give my heart to weight of truth,
No matter how challenging or vast.
