The
Helper of the helpless stands
Against
this multitude arrayed
And
comforts us with His commands
To
neither fear nor be dismayed.
We
see how helpless that we are
In
terms of our eternity:
Our
sinfulness had thrust us far
From
God by our iniquity.
We
hear this multitude of sins
Accuse
us with a lengthy scroll,
And
even as the list begins,
We
see how helpless is our soul.
There’s
nothing we can do to cure
Our
souls now plagued with sin’s disease,
For
who can say that they are pure
From
sin that God so clearly sees?
As
death approaches we may say,
Like
those who arriving at Christ’s tomb,
“Now
who shall roll the stone away?”
And
who shall save us from our doom?
The
answer comes to those who seek
And
find our Lord victorious!
The
stone is moved, though we are weak,
And
Christ has conquered death for us!
O
Lord, we thank You for the love
And
for the help that You extended
By
leaving heaven’s throne above
To
save the souls You have befriended.
O
Helper in our helplessness,
Receive
our praise and adoration
For
giving us Your righteousness
And
purging sin by Your salvation!
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