194    C.M.     B. Wallin
Grace Invincible. Ps. 45; 110. 2; Rev. 6. 2

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.