739. The Soul flying to Christ for Rest

1 No help in self I find,
And yet have sought it well;
The native treasure of my mind
Is sin, and death, and hell.

2 To Christ for help I fly,
The Friend of sinners lost,
A refuge sweet, and sure, and nigh,
And there is all my trust.

3 Lord, grant me free access
Unto thy piercèd side,
For there I seek my dwelling-place,
And there my guilt would hide.

4 In every time of need,
My helpless soul defend,
And save me from all evil deed,
And save me to the end.

5 And when the hour is near
That flesh and heart will fail,
Do thou in all thy grace appear,
And bid my faith prevail.

Text Information
First Line: No help in self I find
Title: The Soul flying to Christ for Rest
Author: Berridge
Meter: S. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1844
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