Classic Poem

O Lord , behold a sinner kneel
Before Thy gracious throne,
Confessing what he truly is,
Left to himself alone.

Didst Thou remove the inward stay
Of Thy supporting power,
No sin there is I might not do
Within a single hour:

Or leaving me the grace I have,
Didst Thou a moment cease
To curb those outward elements
That war against my peace;—

How quickly would my nature run
The way temptation led;
Become to sin again alive,
Again to virtue dead!

Within, without, I lean on Thee;
On Thee for aid rely;
O still my outward life protect,
My inward life supply.