Weak In Strength

My strength is not in man I call upon the Lord Apart, I am weak In my hand, no sword Human hands hold much Little all the same What strength is our own A credit to our name Let my voice be one: "Your strength is complete; When I loose the battle, Your arm will defeat." Oh God, find my heart See what I desire May I rest in your strength When I falter, tired Yes Lord, you are strong You see that I am frail The weakness brings you joy In it, you prevail As a child cries out Weak; arms upraised You delight to save him To hold him through his days Be the strength within me I call not to my own Idle strength, a cavern Cold, dark, alone You Lord, are the salt You heighten all I am There is yet strength here Fire in this lamb Call me to the war As I call your name Prepare my hand for battle Take me to the slain Weak, Oh Lord, so weak Raise me from the dead Knelt, eyes weary For you to raise my head