Jesus, help thy fallen creature

Jesus, help thy fallen creature

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1 Jesus, help thy fallen creature!
Conqueror of the world thou art,
Stronger than the foe, and greater
Than this poor rebellious heart:
Power I know to thee is given,
Power to sentence or release,
Power to shut or open heaven;
thou alone hast all the keys.

2 Open, then, in great compassion,
Open mercy's door to me,
Out of mighty tribulation
Bring me forth thy face to see;
O cut short my days of mourning
Quickly to my rescue come,
Let me joyfully returning
Reach my everlasting home.

3 Hear me, Lord, myself bemoaning,
Banish'd from my native place,
Languishing for God, and groaning
To appear before thy face:
From this bodily oppression
Set my earnest spirit free,
Give me now the full possession,
Let me now thy glory see.

4 If thou ever didst discover
To my faith the promis'd land,
Bid me now the stream pass over,
On that heavenly border stand,
Now surmount whate'er opposes,
Into thine embraces fly;
Speak the word thou spak'st to Moses,
Bid me get me up, and die.

Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #478

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