I once had a master,
He kept me a slave,
He held me in bondage,
No rest could lie give.
He left me to perish
When weak I became;
Such, such was his treatment,
And Satan his name.
Lord, while here awaiting
Thine advent so bright,
Be Thou my sole Object,
Thy will my delight;
Thy word my direction.
Thy Spirit my Friend;
Thine arm my protection,
Thy glory my end.