Sunday Praise

When my way is hedged about me, hedged with thorns of care;When the cross I loved so dearly, seems too hard to bear;When my heart is bowed with sorrow, and no light I see—Lord, Thy tender mercy pleading, let me lean on Thee.
O, for faith to cast behind me every sad complaint—Faith to run and not be weary, walk and never faint;Thou dost know and feel my weakness, Savior look on me;Now Thy tender mercy pleading, let me lean on Thee.
Closer let Thine arms enfold me, closer to Thy breastDraw my weary, trembling spirit, calm its doubts to rest;Give me strength for every burden Thou hast borne for me;Lord, Thy tender mercy pleading, let me lean on Thee.