Conquering now and still to con­quer,
Rideth a king in His might;
Leading the host of all the faith­ful
Into the midst of the fight;
See them with cour­age ad­vanc­ing,
Clad in their brill­iant ar­ray,
Shouting the name of their lead­er,
Hear them ex­ult­ing­ly say:

Refrain

Not to the strong is the bat­tle,
Not to the swift is the race,
Yet to the true and the faith­ful
Victory is pro­mised through grace.

Conquering now and still to con­quer,
Who is this won­der­ful king?
Whence are the ar­mies which He lead­eth,
While of His glo­ry they sing?
He is our Lord and Re­deem­er,
Savior and mon­arch divine;
They are the stars that for­ev­er
Bright in His king­dom shall shine.

Refrain

Conquering now and still to con­quer,
Jesus, Thou rul­er of all,
Thrones and their scep­ters all shall per­ish,
Crowns and their splen­dor shall fall,
Yet shall the ar­mies Thou lead­est,
Faithful and true to the last,
Find in Thy man­sions eter­nal
Rest, when their war­fare is past.

Refrain