Haste, O Lord, my spir­it faints;
Hear my weak, but ear­nest plea:
Savior of Thy trem­bling saints,
Haste, O haste to res­cue me!

Fierce and ma­ny on my soul
Rush the threat­en­ing pow­ers of hell.
Roll them back, Re­deem­er, roll
As the rock the ocean’s swell.

Shame, con­fu­sion, fear and grief,
Visit, Lord, Thy foes alone!
Light, and com­fort, and re­lief,
Beam for ev­er on Thine own!

Help the weak, the fall­en raise;
Fill the meek with joy and love:
Guide us through this earth­ly maze;
Land us safe at last above.