O Thou, That Hear’st the Prayer of Faith

O Thou

that hear’st the pray­er of faith

Wilt Thou not save a soul from death

That casts it­self on Thee?

I have no re­fuge of my own

But fly to what my Lord has done

And suf­fered

once for me.

Slain in the guil­ty sin­ner’s stead

His spot­less right­eous­ness I plead

And His aton­ing blood:

Thy right­eous­ness my robe shall be

Thy mer­it shall av­ail for me

And bring me near to God.

Then snatch me from eter­nal death

The Spir­it of ad­opt­ion breathe

His con­so­la­tion send:

By Him some word of life im­part

And sweetly whis­per to my heart

Thy mak­er is thy friend.

The king of ter­rors then would be

A wel­come mes­sen­ger to me

To bid me come away:

Unclogged by earth

or earth­ly things

I’d mount

I’d fly with ea­ger wings

To ev­er­last­ing day.