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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