| Song | A Widow Poor Forlorn Oppressed |
| Album | Popular Hymns By Charles Wesley |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer | Charles Wesley |
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| Tags | A Widow Poor Forlorn Oppressed |
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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?
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.
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!
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.
Her Vehemence Did The Judge Provoke;
But God Our Earnestness Approves,
Watches Our Every Sigh And Look,
And Most The Boldest Suitor Loves.
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.
Our Advocate For Ever Lives
For Us In Heaven To Intercede,
For Us The Comforter Receives,
And Sends Him In Our Hearts To Plead.
