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.
Source: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #739