Has the thought ever struck you
That you are free?
Angels are God's thoughts,
And they pass to man.
Between two soldiers in the prison
Peter lay, bound with two chains,
And keepers without stood watch.
At Easter they would bring him forth
And slay him.
What hope was there for such as he?
Then to his half-awakened sense
A light shone on his face,
A gleam of understanding
Of his birthright;
And the angel smote him,
Arousing him to grasp
Man's full dominion.
His chains fell off and he was
Free.
O you who languish in prisons,
Bound sorely with various ills,
Look now for the light,
Accept your glorious liberty,
All evil's expectations disappoint.
Let the thought strike you
That man is now God's child,
Spiritual and fetterless—
Free.
