1  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.

 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 slav'ry 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 pierc韝ears shall hear the tone

    Which tells me Thou and I are one.