The Voice of Praise ‎#78

78. Dear Father, to Thy mercy seat, My soul for shelter flies

1 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;
Oh, let thy kind, thy gracious word,
Sustain my trembling heart!

4 Oh, never let my soul remove
From this divine retreat!
Still let me trust thy power and love,
And dwell beneath thy feet.

Text Information

• First Line: Dear Father, to Thy mercy seat, My soul for shelter flies
• Author: Mrs. Steele
• Meter: C. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Scripture:
  Psalm 145:18-20
  ;
  James 1:5
• Topic: Attributes of God: Preserver; The Safe Retreat

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