1 For forty mystic days,
Unknown to man their length,
Thy foe, the foe of God with man,
Exerted all his strength.
2 No finite mind can tell,
The conflicts of those hours:
Nor ought but infinite conceive
Of Satan's wily pow'rs.
3 Was it to wreathe thy brow
With vict'ry's bright'ning wreath?
To give thyself a royal crown
That thus thou fought'st with death?
4 No—surely no—For man
The combat was begun—
For man 'twas finish'd—'tis complete—
for man the battle's won.
5 Eternal praise await,
Thy glorious, blessed name;
Thou Captain of Salvation's hosts,
All suff'ring, conqu'ring Lamb.
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First Line: | For forty mystic days |
Title: | Temptation in the Wilderness |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; |
Topic: | Hymns, on the Life of Immanuel, the Head of every Man |
Notes: | Original |