| 1 | Thou, Lord,through every changing scene,
Hast to Thy saints a refuge been;
Through every age, eternal God,
Thy presence their secure abode. |
| 2 | In Thee our fathers sought their rest,
In Thee our fathers still are blest;
Our helpless state with pity view,
And let us share their refuge too. |
| 3 | So, when our pilgrimage is o’er,
And we must dwell on earth no more,
To Thee our separate souls shall come,
And find in Thee a surer home. |
| 4 | To Thee our infant race we leave;
Them may their fathers’ God receive,
That voices yet unformed may raise
Succeeding hymns of humble praise. |
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| 1 | Thou, Lord,through every changing scene,
Hast to Thy saints a refuge been;
Through every age, eternal God,
Thy presence their secure abode. |
| 2 | In Thee our fathers sought their rest,
In Thee our fathers still are blest;
Our helpless state with pity view,
And let us share their refuge too. |
| 3 | So, when our pilgrimage is o’er,
And we must dwell on earth no more,
To Thee our separate souls shall come,
And find in Thee a surer home. |
| 4 | To Thee our infant race we leave;
Them may their fathers’ God receive,
That voices yet unformed may raise
Succeeding hymns of humble praise. |
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| Book | Reference | Bible Text |
| Psalm | 91:2 | I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust. |
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