Verse 1
Yet till thy sovereign grace permit,
They cannot touch one sacred hair:
And hence, my Lord, I labour yet,
Escap’d, unhurt, from every snare,
Rescued by military bands,
Or whomsoe’er thy love employs
I rest in thy almighty hands,
And underneath thy wings rejoice.
Verse 2
Thy servant here I still remain,
And testify to great and small
Whate’er thine oracles contain;
The Sum, the End, the Truth of all
Thee, Jesus, Thee I love to show,
Who hast the prophecies fulfil’d;
And in thy blood we all may know
The promises forever seal’d.