Classic Poem

All my weakness, all my failings,
Lord, in sorrow I deplore;
Make me purer, stronger, better,
That my heart may love thee more
I have failed to follow closely
All the steps marked out for me,
Yet I dare to hope formercy,
For my heart still trusts in thee.
Henceforth, Saviour, walk beside me,
Lead me by thy loving hand
Till my feet shall reach the portals
Of the dear Immanuel's land

Full of failings, yet I come,
Saviour, make my heart thy home!
Let it be, let it be,
Full of light and purity let it be, let it, let it be.