Through the cleans­ing blood of the dy­ing Lamb,
Through the pow­er of grace and the pre­cious name,
Through the light that beams from the Morn­ing Star,
More than con­quer­ors, con­quer­ors we are.

Refrain

More than con­quer­ors, more than con­quer­ors,
Through the cleans­ing blood of the dy­ing Lamb,
More than con­quer­ors! more than con­quer­ors,
Through the pow’r of grace and the pre­cious name.

Who shall se­ver us from the Sav­ior’s love,
Or shall blot our names from Life’s book above?
Neither pre­sent things, nor the things to come,
Shall de­feat our souls of the heav’n­ly home.

Refrain

More than con­quer­ors! There our cap­tain stands,
While our names are grav­en up­on His hands;
Though the pow­ers of dark­ness against us frown,
We shall win the fight, and shall wear the crown.

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