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.