Seeking refuge.
Forth from the dark and stormy sky,
Lord, to thine altar’s shade we fly;
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Father, we seek thy shelter here:
Weary and weak, thy grace we pray;
Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.
2 Long have we roamed in want and pain;
Long have we sought thy rest to gain;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,