Unmoved by Fear, My Praise Is Due

Unmoved by fear

my praise is due

To Thee

Thou gra­cious God of saints;

Thy mer­cies great

Thy coun­sel true

My pray­ers are heard and my com­plaints;

My pray­ers are heard and my com­plaints.

Compassed by love

my heart’s best thought

I raise in gra­ti­tude to Thee;

Nor wait to thank Thee; all un­taught

Thy love’s best gift hath taught it me;

Thy love’s best gift hath taught it me.

I fear but that I may not gain

A place be­side my nob­lest friend;

I love

but ah

the sweet re­frain

On Thee

my Sav­ior

I de­pend;

On Thee

my Sav­ior

I de­pend.