By A Collection of Hymns

      8s & 6s.
      1 HELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly,
      And still my tempted soul stand by,
      Throughout the evil day;
      The sacred watchfulness impart,
      And keep the issues of my heart,
      And stir me up to pray.

      2 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.

      3 Whene'er my careless 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!

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

      5 In me thine utmost mercy show,
      And make me like thyself below,
      Unblamable in grace;
      Ready prepared, and fitted here,
      By perfect holiness, to appear
      Before thy glorious face.