1 For help, O whither shall I flee?
Who now to peace will guide me?
To none, dear Savior, but to Thee,
Can I with hope confide me.
'Tis Thine to give the weary rest,
The mourning soul in Thee is blest,--
Help, Jesus, the afflicted!
2 My sin, O Lord, is now my grief,
Against my will it rages:
Thy grace alone an bring relief,
While sin its warfare wages,
All that I need is known to Thee,
And now a part myself can see,--
Help, Jesus, the sin-burdened!
3 Good Shepherd, bearest Thou the weak?
Sustain me in my weakness!
Thou great Physician of the sick,
Heal Thou my moral sickness!
A prey to death I helpless fall,--
For health and strength to Thee I call,
Save, Jesus, or I perish!
4 To those who trust Thee--"Nothing fear?
I am the life!"--Thou criest;
Seeks not my soul, with strong desire,
The life which Thou suppliest?
Though all my sorrows Thou canst lead,
In death provide for every need--
Help, Jesus, the confiding.
5 I would do good, but still I fail,--
Must I thus always waver?
What grief it gives Thou knowest well.
Who shall my soul deliver,
And set the salve for ever free
From sin and death to live with Thee?--
I thank Thee, God, through Jesus!
Source: The Lutheran Hymnary #499