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HYMN XXXVII.

[Help, Jesus, help against my foe]

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To—“Thou Man of griefs, I fain would be.”

Help, Jesus, help against my foe,
Pity on Thy captive show,
Entangled in the snare,
The hellish snare of sin, I lie:
O cast not out my plaintive prayer,
But save me, or I die.
With all my soul I seek Thy face;
Give me Thy restoring grace;
Mine agony of fear

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And guilt, and shame, and sorrow end;
Appear, my Advocate, appear,
And show Thyself my Friend.
O might I feel Thy blood applied,
Nothing would I ask beside;
Thine only love be given,
I every other good resign,
Of all Thou hast in earth or heaven,
Let love alone be mine!