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S.M.D.
1 His be the Victor's name
Who fought the fight alone;
Triumphant saints no honour claim,
His conquest was their own.
Through weakness and defeat,
He won the meed and crown;
Trod all our foes beneath His feet
By being trodden down.
2 He hell in hell laid low;
Made sin, He sin o'erthrew;
Bowed to the grave, destroyed it so,
And death by dying slew.
What though the accuser roar
Of ill that I have done;
I know them well and thousands
Jehovah findeth none.
3 Sin, Satan, Death, press near,
To harass and appal;
Let but my Advocate appear,
Backward they go, and fall.
Before, behind, around,
They set their fierce array,
To fight and force me from the ground
Along Immanuel’s way.
4 I meet them face to face,
Through Jesus’ conquest belst;
March in the triumph of His grace,
Right onward to my rest.
Bless, bless the Conqueror slain,
Slain in divine decree!
Who lived, who died, who lives again,
For thee, His church, for thee!
S.W. Gandy