1 Once I was bound by sin’s galling fetters,
Chained like a slave, I struggled in vain;
But I received a glorious freedom,
When Jesus broke my fetters in twain. (Chorus)
Glorious freedom, wonderful freedom,
No more in chains of sin I repine!
Jesus the glorious Emancipator,
Now and forever He shall be mine.
2 Freedom from all the carnal affections,
Freedom from envy, hatred and strife;
Freedom from vain and worldly ambitions,
Freedom from all that saddened my life. (Chorus)
3 Freedom from pride and all sinful follies,
Freedom from love and glitter of gold;
Freedom from evil, temper, and anger,
Glorious freedom, rapture untold. (Chorus)
A Psalm of David, for the memorial offering.
1 O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger, nor
discipline me in your wrath!
2 For your arrows have sunk into me, and your
hand has come down on me.
3 There is no soundness in my flesh because of
your indignation; there is no health in my bones because of my sin.
4 For my iniquities have gone over my head;
like a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.
5 My wounds stink and fester because of my
6 I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all
the day I go about mourning.
7 For my sides are filled with burning, and
there is no soundness in my flesh.
8 I am feeble and crushed; I groan because of
9 O Lord, all my longing is before you; my
sighing is not hidden from you.
10 My heart throbs; my strength fails me, and
the light of my eyes—it also has gone from me.
11 My friends and companions stand aloof from
my plague, and my nearest kin stand far off.
12 Those who seek my life lay their snares;
those who seek my hurt speak of ruin and meditate treachery all day long.
13 But I am like a deaf man; I do not hear,
like a mute man who does not open his mouth.
14 I have become like a man who does not hear,
and in whose mouth are no rebukes.
15 But for you, O Lord, do I wait; it is you,
O Lord my God, who will answer.
16 For I said, “Only let them not rejoice over
me, who boast against me when my foot slips!”
17 For I am ready to fall, and my pain is ever
18 I confess my iniquity; I am sorry for my
19 But my foes are vigorous, they are mighty,
and many are those who hate me wrongfully.
20 Those who render me evil for good accuse me
because I follow after good.
21 Do not forsake me, O Lord! O my God, be not
22 Make haste to help me, O Lord, my