Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

 My God (oh, let me call Thee mine,
     Weak, wretched sinner though I be),
     My trembling soul would fain be Thine;
     My feeble faith still clings to Thee.

     Not only for the Past I grieve,
     The Future fills me with dismay;
     Unless Thou hasten to relieve,
     Thy suppliant is a castaway.

     I cannot say my faith is strong,
     I dare not hope my love is great;
     But strength and love to Thee belong;
     Oh, do not leave me desolate!

     I know I owe my all to Thee;
     Oh, TAKE the heart I cannot give!
     Do Thou my strength—my Saviour be,
     And MAKE me to Thy glory live.