1 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?
2 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.
3 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.