My Savior
Meek and soft Jesus walked on earth,
Yielded to do the Father's will:
Save the souls of my people lost
And shackled in the devil's den.
Violently snatch them from the death;
Invincible, you strike him at will.
Overrun the enemy's host,
Redeem all trapped souls from death's glen.
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