1.	Make me a captive, Lord, 
	And then I shall be free; 
	Force me to render up my sword, 
	And I shall conqueror be. 

2.	I sink in life's alarms 
	When by myself I stand; 
	Imprison me within Thine arms, 
	And strong shall be my hand. 

3.	My heart is weak and poor 
	Until its master finds; 
	It has no spring of action sure, 
	It varies with the wind. 

4.	It cannot freely move 
	Till Thou hast wrought its chain; 
	Enslave it with Thy matchless love, 
	And deathless it shall reign.