Savior, I fly to Thee alone,
In times of deep dis­tress;
Oh, soft­en, Lord, this heart of stone,
Thine im­age here im­press.

Oh, drive away all doubts and fears;
Take all my guilt away;
I look to Thee with cries and tears,
On Thee my soul would stay.

Stretch forth Thy hand, dear Lord, and save;
Helpless Thy child who pleads;
Oh, give Thy grace, I hum­bly crave,
And sa­tis­fy my need.

’Tis not the world, but my own sin
From which I would be free;
Lord Je­sus, come, Thy work be­gin,
And hide me safe in Thee.