In Temptation, Hymn 10

Help, Lord, to whom for help I fly,
And still my tempted soul stand by,
Throughout this evil day;
The sacred watchfulness impart,
And keep the issues of my heart,
And stir me up to pray.

My soul with Thy whole armour arm,
In each approach of sin alarm,
And show the danger near;
Surround, sustain, and strengthen me,
And fill with godly jealousy,
And sanctifying fear.

Whene'er my feeble hands hang down,
O let me see Thy gathering frown,
And feel Thy warning eye;
And starting cry from ruin's brink,
Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink.
O save me, or I die.

If near the pit I rashly stay,
Before I wholly fall away,
The keen conviction dart;
Recall me with that pitying look,
That kind upbraiding glance, which broke
Unfaithful Peter's heart.

In me Thine utmost mercy show,
And make me as Thyself below,
Unblamable in grace;
Ready prepared, and fitted here
By perfect holiness to' appear
Before Thy glorious face.