What though th' accuser roar

1 What though th' accuser roar
Of ills that I have done!
Now them well, and thousands more:
Jehovah findeth none.

2 Sin, Satan, Death appear,
To harass and appall,--
Yet since the gracious Lord is near,
Backward they go and fall.

3 Before, behind, around,
They set their fierce array,
To fight and force me from the ground,
Along life's narrow way.

4 I meet them face to face,
Through Jesu's conquest blest;
March in the triumph of His grace
Right onward to my rest.

5 There, in His book, I hear
More than a conqueror's name,--
Of soldier, son, and fellow-heir,
Who fought and overcame.

Source: A Few Hymns and Some Spiritual Songs. Selected 1856, for the Little Flock. Revised, 1881 #12A