Verse 1
So oft preserv’d in perils past,
Why should I despond at last,
And cast my faith away?
I cannot help this abject fear,
For still the hellish Saul is near
My hunted soul to slay.
Verse 2
Thou seest my feebleness of heart;
Do not, do not, Lord, depart
In life’s extremity,
But stand another hour between,
Another hour my weakness skreen,
And take my soul to thee.