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25. When Hannah pressed with grief
Hymn 25
When Hannah pressed with grief, Poured forth her soul in prayer; She quickly found relief, And left her burden there: Like her, in every trying case, Let us approach the throne of .
When she began to pray, Her heart was pained and sad; But she went away, Was comforted and glad: In trouble, what a resting place, Have they who know the throne of !
Though men and devils rage, And threaten to devour; The , from age to age, Are safe from all their pow’r: Fresh strength they gain to run their race, By waiting at the throne of .
Eli her case mistook, How was her spirit moved By his unkind rebuke? But GOD her cause approved. We need not fear a creature’s face, While welcome at a throne of .
She was not filled with wine, As Eli rashly thought; But with a faith divine, And found the help file sought: Though men despise and call us base, Still let us ply the throne of .
Men have not pow’r or skill, With troubled souls to bear; Though they express good–will, Poor comforters they are: But swelling sorrows sink apace, When we approach the throne of .
Numbers before have tried, And found the promise true; Nor one been yet denied, Then why should I or you? Let us by faith their footsteps trace, And hasten to the throne of .
As fogs obscure the light, And taint the morning air; But soon are put to flight, If the bright sun appear; Thus Jesus will our troubles chase, By shining from the throne of .