Our refuge art Thou in our every need;
We’ve erred again; do Thou in mercy lead.
’Tis Thy behest, to whom all thoughts are known,
That man with words approach Thy awful throne.”25
His humble supplication proffered so,
Sweet mercy’s fount at once did overflow.
His tears undried, deep slumber on him fell,
And heavenly-dulcet tones he heard thus tell:
“Glad tidings, prince, to thee this day I bring:
Next daydawn at thy gate a guest shall ring;