Dear Father, to Thy Mercy Seat

Dear Fa­ther

to Thy mer­cy seat

My soul for shel­ter flees;

’Tis here

I find a safe re­treat

When storms and tem­pests rise.

’Tis here my faith re­solves to dwell

Nor shall I be afraid

Of all the pow­ers of earth or hell

If Thou vouch­safe thy aid.

My cheer­ful hope can nev­er die

If Thou my God art near;

Thy grace can raise my com­forts high

And ban­ish ev­ery fear.

Against Thy all sup­port­ing grace

My foes can ne’er pre­vail;

But oh! if frowns be­cloud thy face

Faith

hope

and life will fail.

My great pro­tect­or

and my Lord

Thy con­stant aid im­part

O let Thy kind

Thy gra­cious word

Sustain my trem­bling heart.

Or nev­er let my soul re­move

From this di­vine re­treat;

Still let me trust Thy pow­er and love

And dwell be­neath Thy feet.