1 'Tis for conquering kings to gain
Glory o'er their myriads slain;
Jesus, Thy more glorious strife
Hath restored a world to life.
2 So no other Name is given
Unto mortals under heaven
Which can make the dead to rise,
And exalt them to the skies.
3 That which Christ so hardly wrought,
That which He so dearly bought,
That salvation, mortals, say,
Will you madly cast away?
4 Rather gladly for that Name
Bear the cross, endure the shame;
Joyfully for Him to die
Is not death, but victory.
5 Dost Thou, Jesus, condescend
To be called the sinner's Friend?
Ours, then, it shall always be
Thus to make our boast of Thee.
The Hymnal: Published by the authority of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., 1895
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|The Cyber Hymnal #6557||'Tis for Conquering Kings to Gain||'Tis for conquering kings to gain||VIENNA||John Chandler||77.77||<cite>Paris Breviary</cite>, 1736; Translation in <cite>Hymns of the Primitive Church</cite>, 1837|