I reach my hand to thee!
Stoop; take my hand in thine;
Lead me where I would be, Father divine.
I do not even know The way I want to go, The way that leads to rest:
But, Thou who knowest me, Lead where I cannot see, Thou knowest best.
Toys, worthless, yet desired, Drew me afar to roam.
Father, I am so tired;
I am come home.
The love I held so cheap I see, so dear, so deep, So almost understood.
Life is so cold and wild, I am thy little child -
I WILL be good.
