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.

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!

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.

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.