Jesus, We Own Thy Saving Power

Jesus

we own Thy sav­ing pow­er

And Thy vic­tor­ious hand;

Hell’s le­gions trem­ble at Thy feet

And fly at Thy com­mand.

O’er souls

by pass­ion’s up­roar filled

With an­ar­chy un­known

The nob­ler pow­ers

re­stored by Thee

Ascend their peace­ful throne.

No more they rend their cloth­ing off

No more their wounds re­peat;

But gentle and com­posed they wait

Attentive at Thy feet.

O’er thou­sands more

where Sa­tan rules

May we such tri­umphs see;

And be their res­cued souls and ours

Devoted

Lord

to Thee.