I stumble and blunder
And often I say,
Lord Jesus, I wonder
Now which is the way?

Thy will, blessed Saviour,
I want most of all,
And yet my behaviour
Is proof of the Fall!

Still Thou art above me,
O Friend in distress,
And ever dost love me,
Though oft I digress.

What Grace that retrieves me!
It melteth my heart –
That always receives me
And will not depart!

By this Thou dost reach me
And make me love more;
Wilt ever thus teach me
'Til lessons are o'er.

I praise Thee, my Master!
I love Thee, my Friend!
O may I learn faster
To reach, Lord, Thine end.