My Glorious Victor, Prince Divine,
Clasp These Surrender’d Hands In Thine;
At Length My Will Is All Thine Own,
Glad Vassal Of A Saviour’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 Slavery 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 Overflow;
And Pierced Ears Shall Hear The Tone
Which Tells Me Thou And I Are One.