Hymnal: A Selection of Christian Hymns
Date: 1818
Compiler: Rice Haggard
Publisher/Printer: John Norvell
First Line: When Hannah press'd with grief
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
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Hymn Number: 343
Page Number: 330, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsWhen Hannah press'd with grief,
Pour'd forth her soul in prayer,
She quickly found relief,
And left her burden there,
Like her, in ev'ry trying case,
Let us approach the throne of grace.
When she began to pray,
Her heart was pain'd and sad;
But ere she went away,
Was comforted and glad:
In trouble what a resting place
Have they who know a throne of grace!
Tho' 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.
Eli her case mistook,
How was her spirit mov'd
By his unkind rebuke?
But God her cause approv'd;
We need not fear a creature's face,
While welcome at a throne of grace.
She was not fill'd with wine,
As Eli rashly thought;
But with a faith divine,
And found the help she sought,
Tho' men despise and call us base,
Still let us ply the throne of grace.
Men have not pow'r or skill,
With troubled souls to bear;
Tho' they express good will,
Poor comforters they are;
But swelling sorrows sing apace,
When we approach the throne of grace.
Numbers before have try'd,
And found the promise true;
Nor has one been deny'd,
Then why should I or you?
Let us by faith their footsteps trace,
And hasten to the throne of grace.
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.