"When I am weak, then am I strong."
ALF feeling our own weakness
We place our hands in Thine,—
Knowing but half our darkness
We ask for light divine.
Then, when Thy strong arm holds us,
Our weakness most we feel,
And Thy love-light around us,
Our darkness doth reveal.
Too oft, when faithless doubtings
Around our spirits press,
We cry, "Can hands so feeble
Grasp such almightiness?"
While thus we doubt and tremble,
Our hold still looser grows;
While on our darkness gazing
Vainly Thy radiance glows.
Oh cheer us with Thy brightness,
And guide us by Thy hand,
In Thy light teach us light to see,
In Thy strength strong to stand.
Then though our hands be feeble,
If they but touch Thine arm,
Thy light and power shall lead us
And keep us strong and calm.