For One Imprisoned for Righteousness’ Sake

Father of ev­er­last­ing grace

Thy aw­ful pro­vi­dence we own

Holy and just are all Thy ways

Thy name be praised

Thy will be done.

Thy wise per­mis­sive will be bliss

Which lets the sons of night suc­ceed

With lawl­ess might Thy serv­ant seize

And trample on his guilt­less head.

By Sa­tan in­to pri­son cast

His bonds Thy Gos­pel shall pro­claim

And Thou shalt bring him forth at last

In hon­or of Thy glo­ri­ous name.

Lord

we be­lieve against his foes

Thou soon shalt laugh their rage to scorn

Confound who Thee and Thine op­pose

And all their hell­ish strength o’er­turn.