I.

O'erwhelm'd with restless griess and fears,
Lord, I approach thy mercy-seat,
With aking heart and flowing tears,
To pour my sorrows at thy feet.

II.

Can mournful penitence and prayer
Address thy mercy-seat in vain?
Unnotic'd by thy gracious ear,
Can sorrow, and distress complain?

III.

Thy promises are large and free,
To humble souls who seek thy face;
O where for refuge can I flee,
My God! — but to the throne of grace?

IV.

My God, for yet my trembling heart
Would fain rely upon thy word;
Fain would I bid my fears depart,
And cast my burthen on the Lord.

V.

Thou see'st the tempest of my soul,
These restless waves of fear and sin;
Thy voice can all their rage controul,
And make a sacred calm within.

VI.

Amid the gloomy shades of night,
To thee I lift my longing eyes;
My saviour God, my life, my light,
When will thy cheering beams arise?

VII.

My thoughts recall thy favours past,
In many a dark distressing hour,
Thy kind support my heart confess'd,
And own'd thy wisdom, love and power.

VIII.

And still these bright perfections shine,
Eternal their unclouded rays;
Unchanging faithfulness is thine,
And just, and right, are all thy ways.

IX.

And can my vile ungrateful heart
Still harbour black distrust and fear?
O bid these heavy clouds depart,
Bright sun of righteousness, appear.

X.

Let thy enlivening healing voice,
The kind assurance of thy love,
Relieve my heart, revive my joys,
And all my sins and fears remove.