240 Though in midst of life we be

1 Though in midst of life we be, Snares of death surround us: Where shall we for succor flee, Lest our foes confound us? To Thee alone, our Savior! We mourn our grievous sin, which hath Stirred the fire of Thy fierce wrath: Holy and gracious God! Holy and mighty God! Holy and all-merciful Savior! Thou eternal God! Let not hell dismay us With its deep and bitter flood: Have mercy, O Lord! 2 While in midst of death we be, Hell's grim powers o'ertake us: Who from such distress will free, Who secure will make us? Thou only, Lord, canst do it! It moves Thy tender heart to see Our great sin and misery: Holy and gracious God! Holy and mighty God! Holy and all-merciful Savior! Thou eternal God! Let not hell dismay us With its deep and burning flood: Have mercy, O Lord! 3 Into hell's fierce agony Sin doth headlong drive us: Where shall we for succor flee, Who, O who will hide us? Thou only, blessed Savior; Thy precious blood was shed to win Peace and pardon for our sin: Holy and gracious God! Holy and mighty God! Holy and all-merciful Savior! Let us not, we pray, From the true faith's comfort Fall in our last need away. Have mercy, O Lord!