C. M.
Psalm. 145:18.
Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat
My soul for shelter flies;
’Tis here I find a safe retreat
When storms and tempests rise.
2 My cheerful hope can never die,
If thou my God art near;
Thy grace can raise my comforts high
And banish every fear.
3 My great Protector, and my Lord!
Thy constant aid impart;
O let thy kind, thy gracious word,
Sustain my trembling heart.
4 O! never let my soul remove
From this divine retreat;
Still let me trust thy power and love,
And dwell beneath thy feet.
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