Not yet your captive Lord
Hence I’m not fully free
My sword I wield against Thy will
That’s what imprisons me

Determined to defend
This kingdom that is mine
I resolutely stand against
Your will to make it Thine

How foolish I can be
Rebellion at the root
Why guard a kingdom that is lost
Christ is the absolute

My paltry kingdom now
I yield for all to see
And hear the Spirit’s voice soft call
My servant you are free

Your bruising is a balm
The strangest salve I know
There is no other unction made
Can heal the saints below

Bound fast by freedom’s chains
My dungeon flames with light
Your grace has opened sin’s locked door
Salvation is in sight