Jesus, thou Almighty Saviour,
by J. Fawcett·1814·Meter 8.7
Based on Ps 32:8
1
Jesus, thou Almighty Saviour,
Prostrate at thy feet I lie;
Humbly I entreat thy favour,
Condescend to hear my cry.
2
When I was to thee a stranger,
Wandering in forbidden ways,
From the paths of sin and danger
Thou didst call me by thy grace.
3
Let not, then, my foes confound me,
Thou art all my help and hope;
Let thy arms of love surround me,
Let thy mercy hold me up.
4
Grant me thy Divine direction
In the way that I should go;
Let thy hand be my protection
From the power of every foe.
5
Gracious Saviour, never leave me,
While my toils and conflicts last;
To thy kind embrace receive me,
When the storms of life are past.