Verse 1
The tongues, the hands, the hearts of men
Are subject to Divine controul,
God over all doth still restrain
Their rage against the faithful soul,
The faithful soul hath nought to fear,
Though Satan and his host are near.
Verse 2
Thoughtless of what the world intends,
A Christian speaks and labours on:
Jesus his instrument defends,
Immortal till his work is done;
Jesus the conquering faith supplies,
And then bestows the heavenly prize.