1 Help us, O Lord, the good decay;
The faithful from the world depart;
The liar rules with subtle sway,
The false smooth lip, the double heart.
2 The flatterer’s guile the Lord shall quell,
The mouth that speaks with boastful glee—
Our tongues in matchless power excel,
Our lips are strong; what lord have we?
3 He hears the poor man’s deep-drawn sighs
He sees the hearts that inly mourn,
And Lo, I come, He saith, I rise
To save thee from the tyrant’s scorn.
4 Thy Word is pure and perfect, Lord,
As silver in the furnace tried:
Seven times assayed, that holy Word
Seven times hath come forth purified.
5 The souls, O Lord, that with Thee walk
Thy love will shield in evil hour,
On every side, though sinners stalk,
And baseness climbs to lofty power.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9581
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|The Cyber Hymnal #9581||Help Us, O Lord, The Good Decay||Help us, O Lord, the good decay||IRAE||Benjamin H. Kennedy||LM||<cite>Hymnologia Christiana</cite> (London: Longman, Green, Longman, Roberts & Green, 1863)|