Classic Poem

O god of freedom! hear us pray
For steadfast hearts to toil as one;
Till thy pure law hath boundless sway —
Thy will, in heav'n and earth be done.

A piercing voice of grief and wrong
Goes upward from the groaning earth;
Most true and holy Lord! how long? —
In majesty and might come forth.

Yet, Lord! remembering mercy too,
Behold th' oppressor in his sin;
Make all his actions just and true,
Renew his wayward heart within.