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Help, Lord, The Busy Foe

Charles Wesley

So shall they fear the name of the Lord from the west,
and His glory from the rising of the sun.
When the enemy shall come in like a flood,
the Spirit of the Lord shall lift up a standard against him.
Isaiah 59:19 KJV

Help, Lord! The busy foe
Is as a flood come in!
Lift up a standard, and o’erthrow
The soul-distracting sin:
This sudden tide of care
Roll back, O God, from me,
Nor let the rapid current bear
My soul away from Thee.

The praying Spirit breathe,
The watching power impart,
From all entanglements beneath
Call off my anxious heart;
My feeble mind sustain,
By worldly thoughts oppressed;
Appear, and bid me turn again
To my eternal rest.

Swift to my rescue come,
Thy own this moment seize;
Gather my wandering spirit home,
And keep in perfect peace:
Suffered no more to rove
O’er all the earth abroad,
Arrest the prisoner of thy love,
And shut me up in God.1


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  1. This last stanza is quoted by John Wesley in A Plain Account of Christian Perfection: Part 2.
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