To Jesus, Our Victorious Lord
Anne Steele, 1717-1778
To Jesus, our victorious Lord,
The praises of our lives belong;
Forever be His name adored,
The subject of each thankful song.
Enslaved by sin, beset by foes,
Undone and perishing, we lay;
His pity melted o'er our woes,
To save the trembling, dying prey.
He fought, he conquered though He fell,
While with His last expiring breath,
He triumphed o'er the pow'rs of hell,
And by His dying, vanquished death.
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;
Still may we fight, and still prevail,
In our Almighty Captain's name;
His strength, whene'er our spirits fail,
Can all our active pow'rs inflame.
