Desiring Death, Hymn 8

Jesu, help Thy fallen creature!
Conqueror of the world Thou art,
Stronger than the fiend, 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.

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 suddenly returning
Reach my everlasting home.

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.

If Thou ever didst discover
To my faith the promised 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.