Father, At times like this, I need your comfort;
Your loving arms to hold me tight.
I need that still small voice to tell me,
"Child, It will be alright."
Lord, I believe. Though, sometimes I waver.
If you could, Master, Help thou mine unbelief.
I need the strength of my sweet savior,
my noble prince, my glorious chief.
I'm thankful for all that thou hast given;
This beautiful earth, the gospel, my family too.
I know at times I take for granted,
these blessings, these privileges, these great gifts from you.
Father, I am unworthy, but Christ can make me pure;
Because of his great sacrifice, he'll help me out, I'm sure.
He'll help me through this week’s trials, which indeed, I'm bound to face;
I'm so grateful for thy atonement, and its redeeming grace.
Here I am Lord, make me thy servant,
To bring thy sheep into thy fold.
I love thee father, and for that I'll serve thee,
With all my heart, might, mind, and soul.