When it seems I can’t bear even one more grief,

I will meet You with faith; help my unbelief.

When I groan and lament through life’s sorrow,

Restore me again with the hope of tomorrow.

When I give You good desires, could my dream really die?

Let me see afresh the tear in Your eye.

When my heart wants to hide, retreat and languish,

Let me see the cross again, and Your Son’s anguish.

When I want to give up, and throw in the towel,

Hand me basin and the upper room towel.

-Seth