320 ITALY. 8.7.8.7. D. Italian Melody. N Thy Presence, Holy Father, With a faith that cannot falter, To Thy goodness we appeal. For we have no tender mother On the earth so waste and wide; And we have no earthly father For our weakness to provide. Thou wilt guide us, Thou wilt love us With a Father's tenderest care; Though Thou art so high above us Thou wilt hear the orphan's prayer. Life's temptations are before us, We must mingle in the strife; If Thy goodness watch not o'er us, All unsafe will be our life. So we claim Thee for our Father, On Thy Throne above the skies. All our cares we can confide: And we have a Home before us, |