O, Father – Gracious, True, and Just –
We spurned to become slaves
With hands of dust and tools of dust,
Built ladders out of moth and rust
Wherein we placed our crook-ed trust
And earned our rightful graves
O, Father – Gracious, True, and Kind –
Who chose to love us still
We, deaf and blind, and unrefined
Oppressing Thee in heart and mind
Ye sought us first that we might find
Redemption in Thy will
O, Father – Gracious, over all
The saints Ye call Thine own –
By grace Ye heal, by grace Ye call
By grace align our heart’s resolve
By grace Ye hold us not to fall
But reach our heav’nly home
O, Father – Gracious – We art thine
On whom Thy favor rests
O, Father, by whose great design
Made Christ like us to save mankind
Thy Spirit in us intertwined
To praise thee, Ever-Blest
