I open my eyes the sun to see, Lord, dear Lord deliver me, A wretch at heart, yet prone to pray, For this alone, might save the day.
Each day I try the world to fight, And make each step I tread aright, And though I stumble many a time, Nor earn enough to save a dime, Thou art with me—do try my case, And prove me worthy to save face.
It is so hard, grace to achieve, Many a time I can’t believe, Forgiveness comes to wipe the slate, Before the time has grown too late.
In this my mind finds refuge bare, That in Your Heart and ‘neath Your care, Myself I find in faith grown strong, Back in Your graces ere too long, Moth-eaten treasures weigh me down, And steal the precious royal crown.
Thus each day I tread my way, Each step I take, Lord shine Your ray, Of light intense, so bright to see, Your everlasting love for me.
