Hymns for Those that Seek and Those that Have Redemption, 37

To — " Thou Man of griefs, I fain would be."

HELP, Jesus, help against my foe,
Pity on Thy captive show,
Entangled in the snare,
The hellish snare of sin, I lie:
O cast not out my plaintive prayer,
But save me, or I die.

With all my soul I seek Thy face;
Give me Thy restoring grace;
Mine agony of fear
And guilt, and shame, and sorrow end
Appear, my Advocate, appear,
And show Thyself my Friend.

O might I feel Thy blood applied,
Nothing would I ask beside;
Thine only love be given,
I every other good resign,
Of all Thou hast in earth or heaven,
Let love alone be mine!