A Favorite Poem of Watchman Nee

                  Weak is my will, weak is my word;
                        Hope is there none for me,
                    Save in the strength Thou dost afford
                        To those that trust in Thee. 

                   All, all has failed, that I call mine,
                      And all is failing still;
                   No strength I trust but Strength Divine
                      To hold me in Thy will. 

My soul when lifted up, is nigh
      To danger and to fall,
I dare not strive, I will not cry,
      I need Thee: that is all. 

Thou art my Saviour, tender, strong,
    Thy face 0 Lord I seek,
For by Thy strength I'm borne along
    Tho' weakest of the weak.

                                         Samuel H. Wilkinson (1914)

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