And the serpent's head He breaketh,
Scattering the pow'r of hell.
Op'd hath He and freedom gain'd us
From the prison that contain'd us,
Where much grief and sorrow pain'd us,
And our hearts were bow'd with woe.
O bless'd hour when we receivèd
From the foe who us deceivèd
Liberty, when we believèd,
And Thee, gracious Savior, prais'd.