Father, before thine awful throne,
While we for peace and pardon plead;
We rest on what thine equal Son
Has done and suffer'd in our stead.

We own thy law is just and pure,
We own its breach our sin and shame:
But from its curse would stand secure,
Shelter'd beneath his mighty name.

Christ did not take its rights away;
But with new splendor did restore
Its injur'd honours, on that day
When he our sins and sorrows bore.

Then let thy glories on us shine,
With gentle beams of quick'ning grace;
If Christ is ours, and we are thine,
In him let us behold thy face.

Oh, for his sake, thy Spirit send,
The promis'd Comforter DIVINE ;
To manifest our H EAV'NLY F RIEND ,
And seal us, by adoption, thine.

His gracious voice will calm our fears,
Direct our hopes to thine abode,
And teach us, in this vale of tears,
To triumph in our Saviour, God.