Verse 1
The father hates his gracious child,
Himself unsav’d, unreconcil’d
Thro’ thy atoning blood:
The graceless son his father scorns,
If first the pious parent turns,
And meets a pardning God.
Verse 2
Thy handmaid, in the softer kind
Can no remorse or pity find,
If Thou hast set her free;
The mother never can forgive
Her daughter who presumes to live
Devoted all to Thee.
Verse 3
The daughter gay both hates and fears
Her mother who to Thee adheres,
With Thee in Spirit one;
And none their dearest friends can bear
Who God to friends and life prefer,
Who seek thy love alone.