Freedom’s Song by N. W. Vincent

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Dec 7, 1916

Freedom’s Song

By N. W. Vincent

N. W. VINCENT

OUR Saviour, ’tis to thee, Who died to make us free, To thee we sing. We seek thy love-lit face, O boundless is thy grace! Just, equal, all thy ways, Our Life, our King.

Omnipotent thy hand— Rule thou in ev’ry land: Thee we adore. Uplift the sad and poor; When tried, help us endure; Make our salvation sure Forevermore.

Suprême on land and sea, Our Prince and glory be, Our joy and song. In tempest and in calm, Our shield from sin and harm; Beneath us be thy arm, So kind and strong.

Thy gospel we receive, Thy promises believe. Thy word is true. With thee in sweet accord, We shed thy light abroad, Come soon with thy reward, Our home make new.

*Caney, Kans.