Verse 1
A widow poor, forlorn, opprest,
Importunate her suit can gain;
And shall not we our joint request
By persevering prayer obtain?
A stranger to the Judge she was;
But we God’s chosen people are,
And wishing us to gain our cause
Himself doth all our burthens bear.

Verse 2
To an unrighteous Judge she came,
But to a righteous Father we,
Who bids us confidently claim
His grace for needy sinners free:
The widow’s and the orphan’s Friend
Kindly commands us to draw nigh:
And lo, our hearts to heaven ascend,
And boldly Abba Father cry!

Verse 3
She had no promise to succeed,
And but at times could find access;
Incourag’d we, and sure to speed
Both day and night our suit may press:
Her vehemence did the judge provoke;
But God our earnestness approves,
Watches our every sigh and look,
And most the boldest suitor3 loves.

Verse 4
She had no friend or patron kind
T’ inforce, and make her suit his own;
But we a powerful Spokesman find
Before us at the Father’s throne;
Our Advocate forever lives
For us in heaven to intercede,
For us the Comforter receives,
And sends him in our hearts to plead.