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To Jesus, our victorious Lord

To Jesus, our victorious Lord

Author: Anne Steele
Published in 4 hymnals

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I. To Jesus, our victorious Lord,
The praises of our lives belong;
Forever be his name ador'd:
Sweet theme of ev'ry thankful song.

II. Lost in despair, beset with foes,
Undone, and perishing we lay;
His pity melted o'er our woes,
And sav'd the tremb'ling, dying prey.

III. He fought, he conquer'd tho' he fell,
While with his last expiring breath,
He triumph'd o'er the pow'rs of hell,
And by his dying vanquish'd death.

IV. Now on his Father's throne he reigns,
And all the tuneful choir above
Resound in high immortal strains,
The praises of victorious love.

V. Tho' 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:

VI. Still shall we fight, and still prevail,
In our almighty leader's name;
His strength, whene'er our spirits fail,
Shall all our active pow'rs inflame.

VII. Immortal honours wait above,
To crown the dying conqu'ror's brow;
And endless peace, and joy, and love,
For the short war sustain'd below.

VIII. Exalted near their Saviour's seat,
His saints shall dwell, their dangers o'er,
And cast their crowns beneath his feet,
And love, and wonder, and adore.

Source: Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional, Vol. 1 #94

Author: Anne Steele

Anne Steele was born at Broughton, Hampshire, in 1717. Her father was a timber merchant, and at the same time officiated as the lay pastor of the Baptist Society at Broughton. Her mother died when she was 3. At the age of 19 she became an invalid after injuring her hip. At the age of 21 she was engaged to be married but her fiance drowned the day of the wedding. On the occasion of his death she wrote the hymn "When I survey life's varied scenes." After the death of her fiance she assisted her father with his ministry and remained single. Despite her sufferings she maintained a cheerful attitude. She published a book of poetry Poems on subjects chiefly devotional in 1760 under the pseudonym "Theodosia." The remaining works were published a… Go to person page >

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First Line: To Jesus, our victorious Lord
Author: Anne Steele