Oh Lord, regard my cry; my prayer
In tender mercy wilt Thou hear;
This is, and this my only plea,
"Come, heavy-ladened soul, to Me

With all my needs, and all my wants,
With all my burdens and complaints,
What human arm could give relief?
What creature power could heal my grief?

Though all beside no heop could be,
Treasured is all I need in Thee,
Mercy, compassion, love divine,
And strength, and power, in Thee combine.

My feeble, fainting hope increase,
My soul from every fear release;
One smile, oh, but one smile from Thee,
Dear Lord, would all darkness flee,

Constrained by me exceding need,
And Thy Almighty power, I plead;
O satisfy my weary breast,
With foretastes of eternal rest.

October 1933 A.