Lord, I Believe Thy Every Word

Lord, I believe thy every word,
Thy every promise, true;

Lord, I believe thy every word,
Thy every promise, true;
And, lo! I wait on thee, my Lord,
Till I my strength renew.

If in this feeble flesh I may
Awhile show forth thy praise,
Jesu, support the tottering clay,
And lengthen out my days.

If such a worm as I can spread
The common Saviour’s name,
Let him who raised thee from the dead
Quicken my mortal frame.

Still let me live thy blood to show
Which purges every stain;
And gladly linger out below
A few more years in pain.

Spare me till I my strength of soul,
Till I thy love retrieve,
Till faith shall make my spirit whole,
And perfect soundness give.

Faith to be healed thou know’st I have,
From sin to be made clean;
Able thou art from sin to save,
From all indwelling sin.

Surely thou canst, I do not doubt,
Thou wilt, thyself impart;
The bond-woman’s base son cast out,
And take up all my heart.

I shall my ancient strength renew:
The excellence divine
(If thou art good, if thou art true)
Throughout my soul shall shine.

I shall, a weak and helpless worm,
Through Jesus strengthening me,
Impossibilities perform,
And live from sinning free.

For this in steadfast hope I wait;
Now, Lord, my soul restore;
Now the new heavens and earth create,
And I shall sin no more.