When All Bespeaks a Father’s Love

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?

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.

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.