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25. Beneath the tyrant Satan’s yoke
Hymn 25
Beneath the tyrant Satan’s yoke Our souls were long oppressed; Till 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 pow’r, 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.
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, 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.