1 Hail! mighty Jesus; how divine
Is thy victorious sword!
The stoutest rebel must resign
At thy commanding word.
2 Deep are the wounds thy arrows give;
They pierce the hardest heart:
Thy smiles of grace, the slain revive,
And joy, succeeds to smart.
3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh,
Ride with majestic sway:
Go forth, sweet Prince, triumphantly
And make thy foes obey.
4 And, when thy vict'ries are complete;
When all the chosen race
Shall round the throne of glory meet,
To sing thy conq'ring grace;
5 O may my humble soul be found
Among that favour'd band!
And I, with them, thy praise will sound
Throughout Immanuel's land.
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First Line: | Hail! mighty Jesus, how divine |
Title: | Grace Triumphant in Jesus |
Meter: | 8.6.8.6 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Source: | Toplady's Coll. |