Make us captives, Lord, then we shall be free. Force us to render up our sword and we shall conqu’rors be. We sink in life’s alarms when by ourselves we stand; Imprison us in Thy almighty arms and strong shall be our hand. Our wills are not our own until Thou hast made them Thine, If we would reach a monarch’s throne we must its crown resign. We can only stand unbent amid the clashing strife When on Thy bosom we have leant and found in Thee our life.