So shall I have all that you provide; Wherewith to do your will. Answer him that reproacheth Christ, and As for me, your suffering is enough. Teach me the rest. For I trust in what your hand supplies; Thy word is a fount of blessing.
Let the rainfall remind me of Thy mercies so tender and essential. Come also unto me, like the sunshine, O Lord, even the moonlight shows your face. Thy salvation, like the warm breeze According to your abiding Holy Spirit. Thy word, the good soil I grow in.
Stablish what you have planted Thy word is your tool Unto eternal gardening Thy servant, the tender shoot, Who is devoted to soil, hand, and tool. Thy fear waters the furrows.
My soul melteth under a weight I cannot hold up. For heaviness is made heavier when weakness abounds. Strengthen thou me, not in human-strength but in trust. According unto my great need, let thy word build an high tower in my heart.