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Is there anyone can help us, one who understands our hearts,
When the thorns of life have pierced them till they bleed;
One who sympathizes with us, who in wondrous love imparts
Just the very, very blessing that we need?

Is there anyone can help us who can give a sinner peace,
When his heart is burdened down with pain and woe;
Who can speak the word of pardon that affords a sweet release,
And whose blood can wash and make us white as snow?

Is there anyone can help us when the end is drawing near,
Who will go thro’ death’s dark waters by our side;
Who will light the way before us, and dispel all doubt and fear,
And will bear our spirits safely o’er the tide?

Chorus
Yes, there’s One, only One,
The blessed, blessed Jesus, he’s the One;
When afflictions press the soul, when waves of trouble roll,
And you need a friend to help you, he’s the One.
                               J. B. Mackay



Am I a soldier of the cross,
  A follow’r of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own His cause,
  Or blush to speak His name?

Must I be carried to the skies
  On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
  And sailed through bloody seas?

Are there no foes for me to face?
  Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
  To help me on to God?

Sure I must fight if I would reign:
  Increase my courage, Lord;
I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,
  Supported by Thy word.

Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
  Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
  With faith’s discerning eye.

When that illustrious day shall rise,
  And all Thine armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
  The glory shall be Thine.
        Rev. Isaac Watts