Verse 1
Father, we thro’ thy favourite Son
Approach thy mercy-seat,
Our suits in everything make known
Howe’er minute or great:
The least are not below thy care;
And if we still believe,
Above what we can ask in prayer,
Thou ready art to give.
Verse 2
Thy mercies which for ever last
Our prostrate souls adore,
And humbly thankful for the past
We boldly ask for more:
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