1 Help me, Lord, by Thy great power,
Help me fight the bitter fight;
Go with me when tempests lower,
Leave me neither day nor night;
Weak of will, O Christ, I need Thee
When upon the brink I stand;
I may fall; but, Savior, lead me:
Hold me by Thy pow'rful hand.

2 O how blest if when around me
Close the dark'ning shades of night,
I might say when death has found me.
I have fought a winning fight;
I have kept the faith victorious;
Finished is my course of strife;
And before me shines all glorious
My reward, the crown of life.

Amen.