Text: | Glorying in Infirmities |
Author: | W. Gadsby |
1 A helpless worm am I,
Yet often start aside;
Infirmities annoy,
And enemies deride;
Ten thousand evils me assault,
And wound my soul, and make me halt.
2 I want to be set free
From every hateful foe,
From each infirmity,
And only pleasure know;
But ’tis my heavenly Father’s will,
That I infirmities should feel.
3 [Infirmities, as means,
Have taught my soul to see,
That nought, how fair it seems,
But Christ will do for me;
I must have Christ as All in all,
Or sink in ruin, guilt, and thrall.]
4 I’ll gladly glory, then,
In my infirmity,
That Jesus’ power and name,
May ever rest on me;
I’ll bless his name; he’ll bring me through,
And he’ll have all the glory too.
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First Line: | A helpless worm am I |
Title: | Glorying in Infirmities |
Author: | W. Gadsby |
Meter: | 148th |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Tribulation and Inconstancy of Mind |