A Song of Victory

A life of overcoming,
A life of ceaseless praise,
Be this thy blessed portion
Throughout the coming days.
The victory was purchased
On Calvary's cross for thee,
Sin shall not have dominion,
The Son hath made thee free.

Made free by wondrous union
In the death that Jesus died,
Kept free, thy life now hidden
In Him the Crucified.
The precious blood of Jesus
Hath never lost its power,
Through it His saints still conquer
In Satan's darkest hour.

And wouldst thou know the secret
Of constant victory?
Let in the Overcomer,
And He will conquer thee!
Thy broken spirit taken
In sweet captivity,
Shall glory in His triumph
And share His victory.

Then from thy life ascending,
One triumph note of praise
(For they who always conquer
A victor's song must raise)
Shall echo on unceasing,
Till Satan's host dost flee
Before our glorious watchword
"Lord, victory for me."

Though all the path before thee
The host of darkness fill,
Look to thy Father's promise,
And claim the victory still.
Faith sees the heavenly legions,
Where doubt sees nought but foes,
And through the very conflict
Her life the stronger grows.

Still conquering and to conquer,
The Jerichos must fall,
The mountains melt before him,
And Christ be King o'er all.
Faith grows in holy boldness,
When everything seems lost,
And where man says "Tis hopeless,"
There loves to prove Him most.

More stern will grow the conflict
As nears our King's return,
And they alone can face it
Who this great lesson learn:—
That from them God asks nothing
But to unlatch the door
Admitting Him, who through them,
Will conquer evermore.