“My God! O let me call Thee mine!
Weak, wretched sinner though I be,
My trembling soul would fain be Thine,
My feeble faith still clings to Thee.”

— Anne Brontë , book Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846), A Prayer (1844)

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British novelist and poet 1820–1849

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“My God! O let me call Thee mine!Weak, wretched sinner though I be,My trembling soul would fain be Thine,My feeble faith still clings to Thee.”

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“My God! O let me call Thee mine!
Weak, wretched sinner though I be,
My trembling soul would fain be Thine,
My feeble faith still clings to Thee.”