A WIDOW, poor, forlorn, oppressed, Importunate her suit could gain; And shall...
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A WIDOW, poor, forlorn, oppressed, Importunate her suit could gain; And shall not we our joint request By persevering prayer obtain?
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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 burdens bear.
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To an unrighteous judge she came, But to a righteous Father we, Who bids us confidently claim His grace for needy sinners free:
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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!
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She had no promise to succeed, And but at times could find access; Encouraged we, and sure to speed, Both day and night our suit may press.
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Her vehemence did the judge provoke; But God our earnestness approves, Watches our every sigh and look, And most the boldest suitor loves.
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She had no friend or patron kind, To enforce and make her suit his own; But we a powerful spokesman find Before us at the Father's throne.
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Our Advocate for ever lives For us in heaven to intercede, For us the Comforter receives, And sends him in our hearts to plead.