Thou art my strength, O God my Lord,
Weak is my arm, and faint my heart;
Thou dost inspire me by Thy word,
And to my life Thy power impart.
The might of evil bars the way,
And towering ramparts threatening frown;
Then sinks my heart in sore dismay,
Then fall my arms in weakness down.
Shorn of my strength I lift my cry,
But God in pity hears my plaint;
And lo, the promised help is nigh, --
His power is given to the faint.
This I have found, Thou dost not fail;
No pleading eye looks up in vain;
Though weak my arm, I must prevail,
If Thou, O Lord, my strength remain.