When You ascended on high, You led captives in Your train.@Psalm 68:18
George Matheson (1842-1906)

George Matheson, Sacred Songs 1890.

Diademata George J. Elvey, in Hymns Ancient and Modern, 1868 ( pdf nwc).

The Apostle Paul in Prison
Rembrandt van Rijn (1606-1669)

Make me a captive, Lord,
And then I shall be free.
Force me to render up my sword,
And I shall conqueror be.
I sink in life’s alarms
When by myself I stand;
Imprison me within Thine arms,
And strong shall be my hand.

My heart is weak and poor
Until it master find;
It has no spring of action sure,
It varies with the wind.
It cannot freely move
Till Thou has wrought its chain;
Enslave it with Thy matchless love,
And deathless it shall reign.

My power is faint and low
Till I have learned to serve;
It lacks the needed fire to glow,
It lacks the breeze to nerve.
It cannot drive the world
Until itself be driven;
Its flag can only be unfurled
When Thou shalt breathe from Heaven.

My will is not my own
Till Thou hast made it Thine;
If it would reach a monarch’s
Tthrone, it must its crown resign.
It only stands unbent
Amid the clashing strife,
When on Thy bosom it has leant,
And found in Thee its life.