Forth from the dark and stormy sky, Lord, to Thine altar???s shade we fly; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Savior, we seek Thy shelter here: Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray; Turn not, O Lord, Thy guests away. Long have we roamed in want and pain, Long have we sought Thy rest in vain; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest tossed; Low at Thy feet our sins we lay; Turn not, O Lord, Thy guests away.