Jesus, we own Thy saving power,
And Thy victorious hand;
Hell’s legions tremble at Thy feet,
And fly at Thy command.
O’er souls, by passion’s uproar filled
With anarchy unknown,
The nobler powers, restored by Thee,
Ascend their peaceful throne.
No more they rend their clothing off,
No more their wounds repeat;
But gentle and composed they wait
Attentive at Thy feet.
O’er thousands more, where Satan rules,
May we such triumphs see;
And be their rescued souls and ours
Devoted, Lord, to Thee.