If they'll fit me for the skies
Where dwell all the redeemed,
If they'll drive me to my knees
To more fully on You lean,
If they'll build a faith in me
That shows the lost the light,
If they'll embolden troubled souls
Through my determined fight,
Then, Lord, grant me infirmities
Reproaches and distress
And in each one I will rejoice
And count myself as blessed.
In my weakness I'll exult,
For strong I'll really be
With the power of my blessed Lord
Resting upon me.
Michael Gifford