Help, Lord! The Busy Foe

Help

Lord! the bu­sy foe

Is as a flood come in!

Lift up a stand­ard

and o’er­throw

This soul dis­tract­ing sin.

This sud­den tide of care

Stem by that bloody tree

Nor let the ris­ing tor­rent bear

My soul away from Thee.

The pray­ing spir­it breathe

The watch­ing pow­er im­part

From all en­tan­gle­ments b­eneath

Call off my anx­ious heart:

My fee­ble mind sus­tain

By world­ly thoughts op­pressed:

Appear

and bid me turn again

To my eter­nal rest.

Swift to my res­cue come

Thine own this mo­ment seize

Gather my wan­der­ing spir­it home

And keep in per­fect peace

Suffered no more to rove

O’er all the earth abroad

Arrest the pri­son­er of Thy love

And shut me up in God.