Thou seest him sore' tormented

Thou seest him sore' tormented,
With fears and sorrows torn,
Afraid he ne'er repented,
And grieved for power to mourn;
Thou hear'st him deeply groaning
At Thy severe delay,
And still himself bemoaning,
He cannot, cannot pray.

In hellish toils o'ertaken,
As at the point to die,
He seems of God forsaken,
Nor knows that Thou art nigh;
Throughout the dreary hour
Thou dost Thy servant hide;
But let him feel Thy power,
And know Thee pacified.

Thou never wilt relinquish
Thine own in time of need,
The smoking flax extinguish,
Or break the bruised reed:
The bowels of my Saviour
Toward all the tempted move:
But manifest Thy favour,
But show his heart Thy love.

End, Lord, the fierce temptation,
And bring him through the fire;
With joy and consolation
His panting breast inspire,
Thy love's abiding Witness,
Thy precious self impart,
And let him taste the sweetness
Of Jesus in his heart.

By Jesu's dying merit,
Father, I Thee conjure
To help his fainting spirit,
And speak his pardon sure:
Or hear our Friend before Thee,
Thine interceding Son,
And show us both Thy glory,
And take us to Thy throne.