By A Collection of Hymns

      S.M.
      1 PRISONERS of hope, arise,
      And see your Lord appear;
      Lo! on the wings of love he flies,
      And brings redemption near;
      Redemption in his blood
      He calls you to receive:
      "Look unto me, the pardoning God;
      Believe," he cries, "believe!"

      2 The reconciling word
      We thankfully embrace;
      Rejoice in our redeeming Lord,
      A blood-besprinkled race.
      We yield to be set free;
      Thy counsel we approve;
      Salvation, praise, ascribe to thee,
      And glory in thy love.

      3 Jesus, to thee we look,
      Till saved from sin's remains;
      Reject the inbred tyrant's yoke,
      And cast away his chains.
      Our nature shall no more
      O'er us dominion have;
      By faith we apprehend the power
      Which shall for ever save.