In this vice I am not free.
In its grip I cease to be.
I am not mine, I am not Yours.
I feel lost forevermore.
This path I take, dark and dreary,
Casts me down, keeps me weary.
I cannot stand, I cannot fight.
I cannot bear your blinding light.
I cannot do this on my own.
I cannot do this all alone.
I need You now. I need You here.
I need Your hand to draw me near.
For if I die before I wake,
I fear my soul would fire take.
Save me, Lord from this path,
Lest I suffer from Your wrath.
Free me, Lord, from sin’s clench
Lest in hell Your wrath be quenched.