Beneath the Tyrant Satan’s Yoke

Beneath the ty­rant Sa­tan’s yoke

Our souls were long op­pressed;

Till grace our galling fetters broke

And gave the wea­ry rest.

Jesus

in that im­port­ant hour

His mighty arm made known;

He ran­somed us by price

and power

And claimed us for His own.

Now

freed from bond­age

sin

and death

We walk in wis­dom’s ways;

And wish to spend our ev­ery breath

In won­der

love

and praise.

Ere long

we hope with Him to dwell

In yon­der world ab­ove;

And now

we on­ly live to tell

The rich­es of His love.

O might we

ere we hence re­move

Prevail up­on our youth

To seek

that they may like­wise prove

His mer­cy and His truth.

Like Si­me­on

we shall glad­ly go

When Je­sus calls us home

If they are left a seed be­low

To serve Him in our room.

Lord hear our pray­er

in­dulge our hope

On these Thy Spir­it pour;

That they may take our sto­ry up

When we can speak no more.