When all bespeaks a Father’s love,
Oh wherefore, fearful as the dove,
Should we in times of peril flee
To any refuge, Lord, but Thee?
In vain the wicked bend their bow,
And seek to lay the righteous low;
Thou from Thine everlasting throne
With watchful care regard’st Thine own.
Thy voice shall seal the sinner’s fate,
Just vengeance shall his crimes await;
While the bright beams of grace divine
Shall on Thy faithful servants shine.