My glorious Victor, Prince Divine,

Clasp these surrendered hands in Thine;

At length my will is all Thine own,

Glad vassal of a Savior's throne.

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.

Yes, ear and hand, and thought and will,

Use all in Thy dear slav'ry still!

Self's weary liberties I cast

Beneath Thy feet; there keep them fast.

Tread them still down; and then I know,

These hands shall with Thy gifts o'erflow;

And piercèd ears shall hear the tone

Which tells me Thou and I are one.