Verse 1
O helper of sinners distrest,
To thee in a moment of hope
I make my imperfect request,
And feebly for mercy look up,
I live, to recover thy grace,
Thy favour and mercy to meet,
To see the bright beams of thy face,
And joyfully die at thy feet.
Verse 2
Ah! look not at what I have done,
Remember offences no more,
But send me the comforter down
My forfeited peace to restore,
The pardon I once had in thee,
O write it again on my heart,
And then from my prison set free,
And bid me in triumph depart.