When Hannah, Pressed with Grief

 

VERSE 1

When Hannah, pressed with grief,

Poured forth her soul in prayer;

She quickly found relief,

And left her burden there:

Like her, in every trying case,

Let us approach the throne of grace.

 

VERSE 2

When she began to pray,

Her heart was pained 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!

 

VERSE 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.

 

VERSE 4

Eli her case mistook,

How was her spirit moved

By his unkind rebuke?

But God her cause approved.

We need not fear a creature’s face,

While welcome at the throne of grace.

 

VERSE 5

She was not filled 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.

 

VERSE 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.

 

VERSE 7

Numbers before have tried,

And found the promise true;

Nor one been yet denied,

Then why should I or you?

Let us by faith their footsteps trace,

And hasten to the throne of grace.

 

VERSE 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.

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