To Christ for Help I Fly

No Help in Self I Find
John Berridge, 1716-1793

No help in self I find,
And yet have sought it well;
The native treasure of my mind
Is sin, and death, and hell.

To Christ for help I fly,
The Friend of sinners lost,
A refuge sweet, and sure, and nigh,
And there is all my trust.

Lord, grant me free access
Unto Thy pierced side,
For there I seek my dwelling place,
And there my guilt would hide.

In every time of need,
My helpless soul defend,
And save me from all evil deed,
And save me to the end.

And when the hour is near
That flesh and heart will fail,
Do Thou in all Thy grace appear,
And bid my faith prevail.

Every Prop Will Sink or Fail But Jesus Christ

He That Trusts in His Own Heart
John Berridge, 1716-1793

He that trusts in hiw own heart,
Acts a raw and foolish part;
Base it is, and full of guile,
Brooding mischief in a smile.

Does it boast of love within?
So it may, and yet may sin;
Peter loved his Master well,
Yet a loving Peter fell.

Does it feel a melting frame?
David also felt the same;
Yet he made a woeful trip,
And perceived his mountain slip.

Does it talk of faith, and boast?
Abra'm had as much as most;
Yet beguiled by unbelief,
Twice he durst deny his wife.

Every prop will, first or last,
Sink or fail, but Jesus Christ;
On this sure foundation stone
Let me build and rest alone.

To Christ for Help I Fly

No Help in Self I Find
John Berridge, 1716-1793

No help in self I find,
And yet have sought it well;
The native treasure of my mind
Is sin and death and hell.

To Christ for help I fly,
The Friend of sinners lost,
A refuge sweet and sure and nigh,
And there is all my trust,

Lord, grant me free access
Unto Thy pierced side,
For there I seek my dwelling place,
And there my guilt would hide.

In every time of need,
My helpless soul defend,
And save me from all evil deed,
And save me to the end.

And when the hour is near
That flesh and heart will fail,
Do Thou in all Thy grace appear,
And bid my faith prevail.