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AXV. The Throne of Grace

1 When Hannah press'd with grief,
Pour'd forth her soul in pray'r;
She quickly found relief,
And left her burthen there:
Like her in every trying case,
Let us approach the throne of grace.

2 When she began to pray,
Here heart was pain'd and sad;
But ere she went away,
Was comforted, and glad:
In trouble what a resting place
Have they who know the throne of grace.

3 Though men, and devils rage,
And threaten to devour;
The saints from age to age,
Are safe from all their pow'r;
Fresh strength they gain to run their race,
By waiting at the throne of grace.

4 Eli her case mistook,
How was her spirit mov'd,
By his unkind rebuke?
But God her cause approv'd,
We need not fear a creature's face,
While welcome at the throne of grace.

5 She was not fill'd with wine,
As Eli rashly thought;
But with a faith divine,
And found the help she sought:
Though men despise and call us base,
Still let us ply the throne of grace.

6 Men have not pow'r or skill,
With troubled souls to bear,
Though they express good will,
Poor comforters they are:
But swelling sorrows sink apace,
When we approach the throne of grace.

7 Numbers before have try'd,
And found the promise true;
Nor yet have been deny'd,
Then why should I, or you?
Let us by faith, their footsteps trace,
And hasten to the throne of grace.

8 As fogs obscure the light,
And taint the morning air,
But soon are put to flight,
If the bright sun appear;
Thus Jesus will our troubles chase,
By shining from the throne of grace.

Text Information
First Line: When Hannah press'd with grief
Title: The Throne of Grace
Language: English
Publication Date: 1802
Notes: Public Domain.
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