Faith, keep distances and depths in sight

1Faith, keep distances and depths in sight, O thou, my God, I trust my case If thou shouldst all my help forsake, No flesh can stand before thine eyes.

2But thou hast built thy throne of grace, Dispensing pardons freely here; That sinners may approach thy face, And hope and love, as well as fear.

3As the benighted pilgrims wait, And long and wish for breaking day, So waits my soul before thy gate; When will my God his face display?

4My trust is fixed upon thy word, Nor shall I trust thy word in vain; Let mourning souls address the Lord, And find relief from all their pain.

5His love is great, and large his grace, Through the redemption of his Son; He turns our feet from sinful ways, And pardons what our hands have done.