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 pierced ears shall hear the tone
    Which tells me Thou and I are one.