1 Savior, I fly to Thee alone,
In times of deep distress;
Oh, soften, Lord, this heart of stone,
Thine image here impress.
2 Oh, drive away all doubts and fears;
Take all my guilt away;
I look to Thee with cries and tears,
On Thee my soul would stay.
3 Stretch forth Thy hand, dear Lord, and save;
Helpless Thy child who pleads;
Oh, give Thy grace, I humbly crave,
And satisfy my need.
4 ’Tis not the world, but my own sin
From which I would be free;
Lord Jesus, come, Thy work begin,
And hide me safe in Thee.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16862