Freedom

O Father , thank You
For sin destroyed,
Honesty revealed!
Your hand whereon I lean
Is manifest at work;
Mortal chains are broken—
I arise, am free!

I have sung in prison,
Praised Your name
To the creature—and now—
I am free!
O Father, thank You!

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