Although coerced its legal stand,
Rejoices with its filthy gain
Along with friendly lord’s acclaim,
And so it consecrates the chain,
Mockingly, in the Master’s name.
O God of ours, Thou our true God, give heed!
Thou God of slaves that are poor,
Who decks His altars not with gold indeed,
Nor priests in silken vesture;
Who reigns in nature’s own beauty