1 Thou, Lord, through ev'ry changing scene,
Hast to thy saints a refuge been:
Through ev'ry age, eternal God,
Their pleasing home, their safe abode.
2 Lo, we are ris'n, a feeble race,
Awhile to fill our father's place:
Our helpless state with pity view,
And let us share their refuge too.
3 Through all the thorny paths we trace
In this uncertain wilderness,
When friends desert, and foes invade,
Revive our heart and guard our head.
4 So, when this pilgrimage is o'er,
And we shall dwell in flesh no more,
To thee our sep'rate souls shall come,
And find in thee a surer home.
Source: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy: for the use of Evangelical Lutheran Churches; to which are added prayers for families and individuals #471