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148th.

1
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 grace.

2
When she began to pray,
Her heart was pained and sad,
But ere she went away,
Was comforted and glad;
In trouble what a resting-place,
Have they who know the throne of grace!

3
Eli her case mistook;
How was her spirit moved
By his unkind rebuke!
But God her case approved.
We need not fear a creature’s face,
While welcome at a throne of grace.

4
Numbers before have tried,
And found the promise true;
Nor yet one been denied,
Then why should I or you?
Let us by faith their footsteps trace,
And hasten to the throne of grace.