1.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 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.