1 Jesus, we own Thy saving power,
And Thy victorious hand;
Hell’s legions tremble at Thy feet,
And fly at Thy command.

2 O’er souls, by passion’s uproar filled
With anarchy unknown,
The nobler powers, restored by Thee,
Ascend their peaceful throne.

3 No more they rend their clothing off,
No more their wounds repeat;
But gentle and composed they wait
Attentive at Thy feet.

4 O’er thousands more, where Satan rules,
May we such triumphs see;
And be their rescued souls and ours
Devoted, Lord, to Thee.