Verse 1
Jesu, my King, to thee I bow,
Enlisted under thy command,
Captain of my salvation thou
Shalt lead me to the promis’d land.

Verse 2
Thou hast a great deliverance wrought,
The staff from off my shoulder broke,
Out of the house of bondage brought,
And freed me from the Egyptian yoke.

Verse 3
Thy[1] outstretch’d arm was bar’d for me,
For me by earth and hell pursu’d,
Thy outstretch’d arm thro’ the Red-Sea
Brought, and baptiz’d me in thy blood.

Verse 4
O’er the vast howling wilderness
To Canaan’s bounds thou hast me led,
Thou bidst me now the land possess,
And on thy milk and honey feed.

Verse 5
I see an open door of hope,
(Legions of sins in vain oppose,)
Bold I with thee, my head, march up,
And triumph o’er a world of foes.

Verse 6
Gigantick lusts come forth to fight,
I mark, disdain, and all subdue,
I tread them down in Jesu’s might,
Thro’ Jesus I can all things do.

Verse 7
Lo! The tall sons of Anak rise!
Who can the sons of Anak meet?
Captain, to thee I lift mine eyes,
And lo! They fall beneath my feet.

Verse 8
Passion, and appetite, and pride,
(Pride, my old, dreadful, tyrant-foe)
I see cast down on every side,
And conquering I to conquer go.

Verse 9
My Lord, in my behalf appears:—
Captain, thy strength-inspiring eye
Scatters my doubts, dispels my fears,
And makes the host[2] of aliens fly.

Verse 10
Who can before my Captain stand?
Who is so great a King as mine?
High over all is thy right-hand,
And might, and majesty are thine.

Verse 11
Jesu, my soul takes hold on thee,
I arm me with thy Spirit’s might,
Humbly assur’d of victory,
I underneath thy banner fight.

Verse 12
Thy Spirit lifts the standard up,
When as a flood the foe pours in,
I see the cross, hold fast my hope,
Believe, and more than conquer sin.

Verse 13
With holy indignation fill’d,
When by the prince of hell withstood,
Firm I resist; I grasp my shield,
And quench his fiery darts with blood.

Verse 14
Single a thousand foes I chase,
I turn, and blast them with my eyes:
Trembles the world before my face,
Their prince with all his legions flies.

Verse 15
Having done all, by faith I stand,
And give the praise, O Lord, to thee,
Thy[3] holy arm, thy[4] own right-hand
Hath got thyself the victory.

Verse 16
Wherefore to thee my soul I raise,
My soul in thee securely boasts,
Exults, and glories in thy praise,
And triumphs in the Lord of hosts.

Verse 17
Wisdom, and power, and strength and might
Thou, Lord, art worthy to receive,
Honour, and riches are thy right,
And blessings more than earth can give.

Verse 18
Help us to praise our glorious King,
Ye church of the first-born above,
Let angels and archangels sing
The triumphs of all-conquering love.

Verse 19
Let earth, and all her fullness still
Rejoice, his greatness to proclaim,
And everlasting praises fill
The heaven of heavens with Jesu’s name.

[1] Wesley changed “Thy” to “Thine” in 1745.
[2] Wesley changed “host” to “hosts” in 1745, but returned to “host” in following editions.
[3] Wesley changed “thy” to “thine” in 1745, but returned to “host” in following editions.
[4] Wesley changed “thy” to “thine” in 1745.