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!