Haste, O Lord, My Spirit Faints

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.