A helpless worm am I,

A helpless worm am I,
Yet often start aside;
Infirmities annoy,
And enemies deride;
Ten thousand evils me assault,
And wound my soul, and make me halt.

I want to be set free
From every hateful foe,
From each infirmity,
And only pleasure know;
But 'tis my heavenly Father's will,
That I infirmities should feel.

Infirmities, as means,
Have taught my soul to see,
That nought, how fair it seems,
But Christ will do for me;
I must have Christ as All in all,
Or sink in ruin, guilt, and thrall.

I'll gladly glory, then,
In my infirmity,
That Jesus' power and name,
May ever rest on me;
I'll bless his name; he'll bring me through,
And he'll have all the glory too.