1 Father! we pray for those who dwell
Within the prison's gloomy cell!
For those whose souls are bending low
Beneath the weight of guilt and woe.
2 Thy love hath kept our thorny way,
And saved us from sin's iron sway;
Our brethren in a weaker hour
Have yielded to temptation's power.
3 Teach us, with humble hearts, to feel
How darkly on our brows the seal
Of guilt might now perchance be set,
Had we the same temptation met.
4 Then while the error we would shun,
We ssill would aid the erring one
To turn from sin's unpitying sway
To virtue's fair and pleasant way.Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #1006