Luke 4:18, 19: Prophet, Priest, and King, on me

Prophet, Priest, and King, on me
Thy threefold office show;
By Thine unction set me free,
And let the captive go:
Me a captive poor and blind
Whom Satan from my Lord detains,
In a dungeon dark confined.
And bruised with iron chains.

Preach forgiveness to the poor,
And sin shall all depart,
By Thy balm my sickness cure,
Bind up my broken heart;
By Thy salve of gospel grace
Mine eyes anoint, my sight restore,
Hold me fast in Thine embrace,
And I shall sin no more.

Preach the acceptable year
Of liberty from sin,
Breathe the promised Comforter,
The Pledge of heaven within:
When Thou dost Thy Spirit give,
My year of jubilee is come,
Then my birthright I retrieve,
And pass triumphant home.