Mighty Deliv'rer

by C. L. Shacklock

Hope of the desolate, Lord over all,
Heed while I supplicate, hear when I call;
O thou most merciful, fain would I be
Near to thy fount of grace, near unto thee.

Leave me not comfortless, pleading in vain,
With thine abundant grace my soul sustain;
Strengthen my fainting heart, lead me aright,
Out of sin's night of gloom, into thy light.

Faith in thy promises, trust in thy love,
(Tender, compassionate), draws me above;
From ev'ry bond of sin let me be free,
From the great Tempter's pow'r deliver me.

And when my earthly life neareth its close,
O may I peacefully sink to repose;
As thy beloved sleep, trusting in thee;
Out of death's solemn hour deliver me.

Chorus

Mighty Deliv'rer, to thee I flee;
Mighty Deliv'rer, my refuge be!
From sin's captiviity
Haste to deliver me,
Mighty Deliv'rer, my trust is in thee.