1
My glorious Victor, Prince Divine,
Clasp these surrendered hands in Thine;
At length my will is all Thine own,
Glad vassal of a Saviour's throne.

2
My Master, lead me to Thy door;
Pierce this now willing ear once more.
Thy bonds are freedom; let me stay
With Thee, to toil, endure, obey.

3
Yes, ear and hand, and thought and will,
Use all in Thy dear slavery still!
Self's weary liberties I cast
Beneath Thy feet; there keep them fast.

4
Tread them still down; and then I know
These hands shall with Thy gifts o'erflow;
And pierced ears shall hear the tone
Which tells me Thou and I are one.