In Vice's Grip

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.