HYMN.
FATHER Almighty! From thy high seat thou watchest and controllest The insects that upon thy footstool creep, While, with a never-wearied hand, thou rollest Millions of worlds along the boundless deep. Oh, Father! now the clouds hang blackening o'er us, And the dark boiling deeps beneath us yawn; Scatter the tempests, quell the waves before us, To the wild fearful night send thou a blessed dawn.
Father All Holy! When thou shalt sit upon thy throne of glory, The steadfast earth, the strong untiring sea, Their verdant isles, their mountains high and hoary, With awe and fear, shall from thy presence flee. Then shalt thou sit a Judge, the guilty dooming To adamantine chains and endless fire; Oh Father! how may we abide thy coming, Where find a shelter from the pure Jehovah's ire?
Father All Merciful! Still may the guilty come in peace before thee, Bathing thy feet with tears of love and woe; And while for pardon only we implore thee, Blessings divine, unnumber'd, o'er us flow. Father, her heart from all her idols tearing, Thine erring child again would turn to thee; To thee she bends, trembling, yet not despairing, — From fear, remorse, and sin, oh, Father! set her free!