Omnipotent Lord, my Sav­ior and king,
Thy suc­cor af­ford, Thy right­eous­ness bring;
Thy pro­mis­es bind Thee com­pass­ion to have,
Now, now let me find Thee al­migh­ty to save.

Rejoicing in hope, and pa­tient in grief,
To Thee I look up for cer­tain re­lief;
I fear no de­ni­al, no dan­ger I fear,
Nor start from the tri­al, while Je­sus is near.

I ev­ery hour in jeo­par­dy stand;
But Thou art my pow­er, and hold­est my hand;
While yet I am call­ing, Thy suc­cor I feel,
It saves me from fall­ing, or plucks me from hell.

O who can ex­plain this strug­gle for life!
This tra­vail and pain, this trem­bling and strife!
Plague, earth­quake, and fa­mine, and tu­mult, and war,
The won­der­ful com­ing of Je­sus de­clare.

For ev­ery fight is dread­ful and loud,
The war­ri­or’s de­light is slaugh­ter and blood,
His foes ov­er­turn­ing, till all shall ex­pire;
But this is with burn­ing and fu­el of fire.

Yet God is above men, dev­ils, and sin,
My Je­sus’ love the bat­tle shall win,
So ter­ri­bly glo­ri­ous His com­ing shall be,
His love all vic­to­ri­ous shall con­quer for me.

He all shall break through; His truth and His grace
Shall bring me into the plen­ti­ful place,
Through much tri­bu­la­tion, through wa­ter and fire,
Through floods of temp­ta­tion, and flames of de­sire.

On Je­sus, my pow­er, till then I rely,
All ev­il be­fore His pre­sence shall fly;
When I have my Sav­ior, my sin shall de­part
And Je­sus for ev­er shall reign in my heart.