The Heavenly Conqueror. Rev. 3. 5, 12, 21; 12. 11
A. Steele L.M.
1
To Jesus, our victorious Lord,
The praises of our lives belong;
For ever be his name adored;
Sweet theme of every thankful song.
2
Lost in despair, beset with foes,
Undone, and perishing we lay;
His pity melted o’er our woes,
And saved the trembling, dying prey.
3
He fought, he conquered though he fell,
While with his last expiring breath,
He triumphed o’er the powers of hell,
And by his dying vanquished death.
4
Though still reviving foes arise,
Temptations, sins, and doubts appear,
And pain our hearts, and fill our eyes
With many a groan, and many a tear;
5
Still may we fight, and still prevail,
In our Almighty Leader’s name;
His strength, whene’er our spirits fail,
Can all our active powers inflame.
