The Devil has us in his grip;
He thinks from grip we cannot slip,
But he is deadly wrong,
For in his grip we still can praise
The Son who comes to each one save,
For each to Him belongs.
He enters in that grip with us
To loosen bonds that tie us up–
With Him we slip away.
When we are gone, the Devil howls
As Lion of Judah at him growls,
And we’re away to stay.