First Line: What though th' accuser roar,

What though th' accuser roar
Of ills that I have done ;
I know them well, and thousands more ;
Jehovah findeth none.

2 His be the Victor's name
Who fought our fight alone ;
Triumphant saints no honour claim ;
Their conquest was His own.

3 By weakness and defeat,
He won the meed and crown ;
Trod all our foes beneath His feet,
By being trodden down.

4 He hell in hell laid low ;
Made sin, He sin o'erthrew ;
Bowed to the grave, destroyed it so,
And death, by dying, slew.

5 Bless, bless the Conqueror slain !
Slain by Divine decree !
Who lived, who died, who lives again,
For thee, His saint, for thee.