Father Of All Our Mercies Thou


Father of all our mercies, Thou
In whom we move and live,
Hear us in heav’n, Thy dwelling, now,
And answer and forgive.

When harassed by ten thousand foes,
Our helplessness we feel,
O give the weary soul repose,
The wounded spirit heal.

When dire temptations gather round,
And threaten or allure,
By storm or calm, in Thee be found
A refuge strong and sure.

From day to day, O may we grow
In faith, in hope, and love,
And walk in holiness below
To holiness above.