Text: | Grace Invincible |
Author: | Toplady |
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 victories are complete,
When all the chosen race
Shall round the throne of glory meet,
To sing thy conquering grace;
5 O may my blood-washed soul be found
Among that favoured band!
And I, with them, thy praise will sound
Throughout Immanuel’s land.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Hail, mighty Jesus! how divine |
Title: | Grace Invincible |
Author: | Toplady |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Regeneration and Conversion |