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.