First Line: My glorious Victor, Prince Divine,

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 [fast.
Beneath Thy feet; there keep them

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.