Verse 1
A present Help in deep distress,
Arise, and bid the tempest cease,
Thou whom the winds and seas obey,
Appear, and end this evil day:
My strength is spent, my struggle’s o’re,
I sink, I can hold out no more,
I faint, if still thy face Thou hide,
I die, for whom thy Son hath died.

Verse 2
No succour in myself I have,
But quite despair myself to save,
All weakness, sin, and misery,
Unworthy to be saved by Thee:
My sins have made thy mercies void,
I perish by my sins destroy’d:
And when thy utmost wrath I feel,
I’l clear the righteous God in hell.

Verse 3
But while I to my doom submit,
Wilt Thou not snatch me from the pit?
A wretch Thou dost so oft reprieve
Wilt Thou not finally forgive?
Surely if Thou hadst quite forsook,
And blotted me out of thy book,
Thou woudst not let me now intreat
And gasp for mercy at thy feet.