Hasten, Lord, to my release;
Haste to help me, O my God!
Foes like armed bands increase;—
Turn them back the way they trod.
Dark temptations round me press,
Evil thoughts my soul assail;
Doubts and fears, in my distress,
Rise, till flesh and spirit fail.
Thou mine only helper art,
My redeemer from the grave;
Strength of my desiring heart,
Father! Helper! haste to save!