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.

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 O’erflow ;
And Pierced Ears Shall Hear The Tone
Which Tells Me Thou And I Are One.