Victory

Victory

O lead me to the Man that died,
Who all God’s nature glorified;
Descending to the depths of woe;
And for us vanquished every foe!

O lead me to the empty tomb
His death has robbed of all its gloom;
He’s ris’n! the Lord of life and peace,
And holds me in His fond embrace.

O lead me up to heaven’s height,
To see the Lord enthroned in light;
That gazing on His glory there,
I may reflect His image here.

O lead me to that meeting rare,
So often longed for in the air;
Then, then His blessed face I’ll see,
And praise Him thro’ eternity.

O lead me on to Zion’s hill,
To see the Lord His Word fulfill;
His glorious King is sitting there,
Ruling o’er earth and sea and air.

O lead me to that scene sublime,
Prepared by God before all time;
Sin death and night have passed away;
Light, life, and love are there to stay.

There, too, th’Eternal Three in One,
Blest Father Spirit, and the Son,
Rest undisturbed forevermore;
I wonder, worship, and adore!
~
Alfred Mace