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Help, Lord, to whom for help I fly

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #LXIV (1791) Lyrics: 1 Help, Lord, to whom for help I fly, And still my tempted soul stand by, Throughout the evil day; The sacred watchfulness impart, And keep the issues of my heart, And stir me up to pray. 2 My soul with thy whole armour arm, In each approach of sin alarm, And shew the danger near; Surround, sustain, and strengthen me, And fill with godly jealosuy, And sanctifying fear. 3 Whene'er my careless hands hang down, O let me see thy gath'ring frown, And feel thy warning eye: And starting cry, from ruin's brink, Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink! O save me, or I die! 4 If near the pit I rashly stray, Before I wholly fall away, The keen conviction dart! Recall me by that pitying look, That kind, upbraiding glance which broke Unfaithful Peter's heart. 5 In me thine utmost mercy shew, And make me like thy self below, Unblameable in grace; Ready prepar'd and fitted here, By perfect holiness t' appear Before thy glorious face. Topics: Petition Languages: English

Help, Lord, to whom for help I fly

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #LXIV (1788) Lyrics: 1 Help, Lord, to whom for help I fly, And still my tempted soul stand by, Throughout the evil day; The sacred watchfulness impart, And keep the issues of my heart, And stir me up to pray. 2 My soul with thy whole armour arm, In each approach of sin alarm, And shew the danger near; Surround, sustain, and strengthen me, And fill with godly jealosuy, And sanctifying fear. 3 Whene'er my careless hands hang down, O let me see thy gath'ring frown, And feel thy warning eye: And starting cry, from ruin's brink, Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink! O save me, or I die! 4 If near the pit, I rashly stray, Before I wholly fall away, The keen conviction dart; Recall me by that pitying look, That kind, upbraiding glance which broke Unfaithful Peter's heart. 5 In me thine utmost mercy show, And make me like thyself below, Unblameable in grace; Ready prepar'd and fitted here, By perfect holiness t' appear Before thy glorious face. Languages: English

Help, Lord, to whom for help I fly

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #LXIV (1790) Lyrics: 1 Help, Lord, to whom for help I fly, And still my tempted soul stand by Throughout the evil day; The sacred watchfulness impart, And keep the issues of my heart, And stir me up to pray. 2 My soul with thy whole armour arm, In each approach of sin alarm, And shew the danger near; Surround, sustain, and strengthen me, And fill with godly jealosuy, And sanctifying fear. 3 Whene'er my careless hands hang down, O let me see thy gath'ring frown, And feel thy warning eye; And starting cry, from ruin's brink, Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink! O save me, or I die! 4 If near the pit, I rashly stray, Before I wholly fall away, The keen conviction dart; Recall me by that pitying look, That kind, upbraiding glance which broke Unfaithful Peter's heart. 5 In me thine utmost mercy show, And make me like thyself below, Unblameable in grace; Ready prepar'd and fitted here, By perfect holiness t' appear Before thy glorious face. Topics: Petition Languages: English