1 Hark! for 'tis God's own Son that calls
To life and liberty;
Transported, fall before his feet,
Who makes the prisoners free.
2 The cruel bonds of sin he breaks,
He sunders Satan's chain:
And, smiling, deals those pardons round
Which free from endless pain.
3 Into the captive heart he pours
His Spirit from on high;
We lose the terrors of the slave,
And "Abba, Father," cry.
4 Shake off your bonds and sing his grace,
The sinner's Friend proclaim,
And call on all around to seek
True freedom by his name.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #455
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