Verse 1
Help, Jesus, help against my foe,
Pity on thy captive shew,
Intangled in the snare,
The hellish snare of sin I lie;
O cast not out my plaintive prayer,
But save me, or I die.

Verse 2
With all my soul I seek thy face,
Give me thy restoring grace:
Mine agony of fear,
And guilt, and shame, and sorrow end;
Appear, my Advocate appear,
And shew thyself my friend.

Verse 3
O might I feel thy blood apply’d,
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!