Thou, Savior, from Thy throne on high

Verse 1

Thou, Saviour, from thy throne on high Enrobed in light and girt with power, Dost note the thought, the prayer, the sign, Of hearts that love the tranquil hour.

Verse 2

Oft thou thyself didst steal away At eventide, from labor done, In some still, peaceful shade to pray Till morning watches were begun.

Verse 3

Thou hast not, dearest Lord, forgot Thy wrestling on Judea's hills; And still thou lovest the quiet spot Where praise the lowly spirit fills.

Verse 4

Now to our souls, withdrawn awhile From earth's rude noise, thy face reveal; And, as we worship, kindly smile, And for thine own our spirits seal.

Verse 5

To thee we bring each grief and care, To thee we fly while tempests lower; Thou wilt the weary burdens bear Of hearts that love the tranquil hour.