2 Corinthians 12:8: For this thing I besought the Lord thrice

Saviour, to Thee for help I sue,
O bring Thy tempted servant through
The danger and distress;
Thrust out, destroy the inbred fiend,
And bid my bosom-conflict end
In never-ending peace.

Still in mine agony I pray,
Take, Jesus, take this thorn away,
Command him to depart
This cruel messenger of hell,
And O, for ever, Lord, expel
His nature from my heart.

Sore buffeted, I ask again
Deliverance from my sin and pain;
Thou hear'st my bitterest cry:
Tempted above what I can bear,
O might I now escape the snare,
And bless my God, and die!