The King of Grace. C. M.
1. HAIL, mighty Jesus! how divine
Is thy victorious sword;
The stoutest rebel must resign,
At thy commanding word.
2. Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh;
Ride with majestic sway;
Go forth, great Prince, triumphantly,
And make thy foes obey.
3. And when thy victories are complete,
And all the chosen race
Shall round the throne of mercy meet,
To sing thy conquering grace —
4. Oh may my humble soul be found
Among that favored band;
And I with them thy praise will sound,
Throughout Immanuel's land.