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Father, we lift the suppliant eye, / To where thou reigns't above; / We feel that thou canst not deny / The children of thy love.
Unshaken faith, unwavering trust, / Are all that we can bring; / We are thy children, though in dust, / To thee we dare to cling.
We know that thou wilt not forsake / The poor and trembling slave; / For him the blessed Saviour spake; / And him he came to save.
We feel the chains that bind us all, / And bend us to man's will; / But can they hold our souls enthrall'd, / Or bid our voice be still?
No: -- for thy power is all supreme, / Thy word shall yet stand firm; / And master and the slave shall e'en / To thee for mercy turn.