Help, Lord! The Busy Foe
Is As A Flood Come In!
Lift Up A Standard, And Overthrow
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.