O, save me—justly doomed to die!
3 Yes! thou wilt save; my soul is free!
The gloom of sin is fled away;
My tongue breaks forth in praise to thee,
And all my powers thy word obey.
4 Hence while I wrestle with my foes—
The world, the flesh, the hosts of hell—
Sustain thou me till conflicts close,
Then endless songs my thanks shall tell.
Palmer.