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From vict'ry unto vict'ry His army he shall lead, Till ev'ry foe is vanquished And Christ is Lord indeed. Stand up! Stand up for Jesus! The trumpet call obey, Forth to the mighty conflict In this his glorious day. Ye that are men now serve him Against unnumbered foes: Let courage rise with danger, And strength to strength oppose. Stand up ...
The Lord of hosts is He, Christ Jesus, mighty Lord, God's only Son, adored. He holds the field victorious. Though hordes of devils fill the land All threat'ning to devour us, We tremble not, unmoved we stand; They cannot overpow'r us. Let this world's tyrant rage; In battle we'll engage. His might is doomed to fail; God's judgement must prevail!
Strong in the Lord of hosts, and in His Mighty Power, Who in the strength of Jesus is more than conqueror. Send then in His great might, with all His strength endued, But take, to arm you for the fight, the panoply of God; That, having all things done, and all your conflicts passed, Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone and stand entire at last.
“Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” — A. A. Milne “The value of love will always be stronger ...
Thy heart is inditing of a good matter; thou shall speak of thy deeds unto the King, always, now and ever, and unto the ages of ages. Amen. The Pectoral cross: If any man will come unto Me, let him deny himself, saith the Lord, and take up his cross and follow Me, always, now and ever, and unto the ages of ages. Amen. The Mitre:
Give unto the Lord the glory due unto his name; worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness. [9] The same words as verse 2b, worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness, arise in Psalm 96:9. These words form the title of a hymn by Irish clergyman John Samuel Bewley Monsell. [10] Alexander Kirkpatrick comments that
Then come, Lord Jesus, come with speed, And help me in the hour of need. Lead me from this dark vale beneath And shorten then the pangs of death; 4. And evil spirits drive away, But let Thy Spirit with me stay, Until my soul the body leave; Then in Thy hands my soul receive And let the earth the body keep Till the Last Day shall break its sleep. 5.
Tempted, tried, and sometimes failing, He, my strength, my vic'try wins. Chorus Jesus! what a help in sorrow! While the billows o'er me roll, Even when my heart is breaking, He, my comfort, helps my soul. Chorus Jesus! what a guide and keeper! While the tempest still is high, Storms about me, night o'ertakes me, He, my pilot, hears my cry ...