BEHOLD me unprotected stand,
Verse 1
BEHOLD me unprotected stand, No friendly guardian at my hand; No place of flight, no refuge near, And none to whom my soul is dear.
Verse 2
But, Lord, to Thee I pour my vow, My hope, my place of refuge Thou: And whilst the light of life I see, I still my portion find in Thee.
Verse 3
Then hear and heed my fervent cry, For low, oppress'd with grief, I lie; Against ray foes Thy arm display, For I am weak, and powerful they.
Verse 4
Come loose my prison-bands, set free My soul, that I may sing to Thee: Then shall the righteous round me press, And join Thy bounteous love to bless.
