And sat like tongues of cloven flame.
What gifts, what miracles he gave!
And pow'r to kill, and pow'r to save!
Instead of shields, and spears, and swords!
"Go, spread the myst'ry of his cross.
And lay the proudest rebel low.
And hates the doctrine of the cross.
Great King of grace! my heart subdue!
I would be led in triumph too.
And sing the victories of his word.