Hearts are broken, souls are torn,
Struggling, wounded, and so worn.
Let Your Spirit comfort be.
Let our eyes Your mercy see.

Help us, Lord, we cry to You.
There is nothing more to do.
All our help comes through Your hand.
Grant us strength to stand.

At the end of all we know
Is the One to Whom we go.
Straight into Your loving arms,
We are carried through Earth’s harms.

Help us, Lord, we cry to You.
There is nothing more to do.
All our help comes through Your hand.
Grant us strength to stand.

When our hearts lean on Your breast,
We can know Your perfect rest.
Trusting in Your perfect grace,
We are gripped in Your embrace.

Help us, Lord, we cry to You.
There is nothing more to do.
All our help comes through Your hand.
Grant us strength to stand.

Luke 4:18 – The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, ¹⁹ To preach the acceptable year of the Lord.