1 HELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly, And still my tempted soul stand by, Throughout this evil day; The sacred watchfulness impart, And keep the issues of my heart, And stir me up to pray. 2 My soul with Thy whole armour arm, In each approach of sin alarm, And show the danger near; Surround, sustain, and strengthen me, And fill with godly jealousy, And sanctifying fear. 3 Whene’er my feeble hands hang down, O let me see Thy gathering frown, And feel Thy warning eye; And starting