87. Father, We Come To Thee

Father, we come to thee,
No other help have we,
Thou wilt our refuge be, On thee we call;
Earth is but dark and drear,
Without thy presence near;
Be thou our comfort here, Father of all.

CHORUS
Father, we come to thee,
Turn not away;
Helpless we come to thee,
Hear while we pray.

Save from our many foes,
Save from our earthly woes,
Be thou our soul’s repose, In time of need;
Fearful are we and weak,
To us sweet courage speak;
Thy mighty arm we seek, For strength indeed.

Give us thy grace divine, Seal us forever thine,
Our wayward feet incline, From sin to flee;
O guide us we implore, ‘Till weary life is o’er,
And on a brighter shore, We dwell with thee.