1 Forth from the dark and stormy sky,
Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly;
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Saviour, we seek Thy shelter here:
Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray:
Turn not, O Lord! Thy guests away!
2 Long have we roamed in want and pain;
Long have we sought Thy rest in vain;
'Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost:
Low at Thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord, Thy guests away.
|First Line:||Forth from the dark and stormy sky|
|Author:||Reginald Heber (1827)|
|Topic:||Easter Season, Sixth Sunday; Second Sunday after Trinity; Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity|
|Notes:||Composer from index: Rev. J. B. Dykes|