1 Now at a throne of grace,
Thy dear mercy seat,
Lord, in thy holy name
Once more we meet;
Each heart its burden brings,
O Saviour, King of Kings,
Under thy mighty wings,
Keep thou thine own,
Keep thou thine own.

2 Under thy mighty wings,
Naught sure can molest,
There from the tempter’s pow’r,
Safe shall we rest;
There love its banner flings,
There faith expectant sings,
Under thy mighty wings,
Keep thou thine own,
Keep thou thine own.

3 When from the shores of time,
Thy word, Lord, commands,
Home to our Father’s house,
Made not with hands;
Then by the living springs,
O Saviour, King of Kings,
Beneath thy mighty wings,
Keep thou thine own,
Keep thou thine own.