1080    L.M.     A. Steele
The Heavenly Conqueror. Rev. 3. 5, 12, 21; 12. 11

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.