Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations.@Psalm 90:1

Eli­za M. Sher­man, in Joy­ful Lays, ed­it­ed by Rob­ert Low­ry & W. How­ard Doane (New York & Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Big­low & Main, 1884), page 106.

Sai­ta­ma Hu­bert P. Main (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Hubert P. Main (1839–1925)

Father, before Thy throne
My soul would bow;
Ne’er have I asked in vain;
O hear me now;
Hear Thou the prayer I make,
Answer for Jesus’ sake;
Bid faith and love awake
Within my heart.

Father, this heart of mine,
Which now I bring,
Lies down before Thy feet,
A guilty thing;
Kindle its altar fire,
Then hope and zeal inspire;
Wake Thou its silent lyre
In praise to Thee.

Thou art our dwelling place
In every age;
In Thy sweet love we trace
Our heritage—
Our refuge from the storm,
Our shelter safe and warm;
Help us our vows perform,
Father divine.