| Text: | Onward March, All-Conquering Jesus |
| Author: | William Williams |
| Translator: | William Howells |
1 Onward march, all conqu'ring Jesus,
Gird Thee on Thy mighty sword;
Sinful earth can ne'er oppose Thee;
Hell itself must dread Thy Word.
Thy great Name is so exalted.
Ev'ry foe shrinks back in fear;
Rev'rence steals thru all creation
When it knows that Thou art near.
2 Free my soul from sin's foul bondage;
Hasten now the glorious dawn;
Break proud Babel's gates in sunder;
Let the massive bolts be drawn.
Forth, like ocean's heaving surges,
Bring in myriad ransomed slaves,
Host on host, with shouts of triumph,
Endless, countless as the waves.
3 E'en today I hear sweet music,
Praises of a blood-freed throng;
Full deliv'rance, glorious freedom,
Are there themes for endless song;
Whiter than the snow their raiment,
Victor palms they wave on high,
As they pass, with fullest glory,
Into life's felicity.
4 How my raptured soul rejoices
For Thy reign in ev'ry sphere;
Ev'ry word will be accomplished
Spoken by our Saviour here.
North and South, in countless myriads,
From earth's darkest ends they come,
With abounding joy and music,
Into heav'n's eternal home.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | Onward march, all-conqu'ring Jesus |
| Title: | Onward March, All-Conquering Jesus |
| Author: | William Williams |
| Translator: | William Howells |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 2011 |
| Topic: | Jesus Christ: Kingdom and Reign |