HELP, Lord! the busy foe Is as a flood come in! Lift up a standard, and...

HELP, Lord! the busy foe Is as a flood come in! Lift up a standard, and o'erthrow The soul-distracting sin: This sudden tide of care Roll back, O God, from me, Nor let the rapid current bear My soul away from thee.

The praying Spirit breathe, The watching power impart, From all entanglements beneath Call off my anxious heart; My feeble mind sustain, By worldly thoughts opprest; Appear, and bid me turn again To my eternal rest.

Swift to my rescue come, Thy own this moment seize; Gather my wandering spirit home, And keep in perfect peace: Suffered no more to rove O'er all the earth abroad, Arrest the prisoner of thy love, And shut me up in God.