We thank Thee, Lord, before 'tis done;
We know Thy promise doth endure;
And battles fought are battles won,
Because Thy word is sure.
Look back, and confirmation see
In the long history of years;
When God hath uttered his decree,
No place remains for fears.
There's something brighter than the light
Of burnish'd spear and gleaming sword;
Gird on the heavenly armor bright,
The strength of God's great word.
Behold the boasting foemen flee
With flags and cohorts crush'd and broken;
'Tis God, that gives the victory;
The Lord himself hath spoken.
We know Thy promise doth endure;
And battles fought are battles won,
Because Thy word is sure.
Look back, and confirmation see
In the long history of years;
When God hath uttered his decree,
No place remains for fears.
There's something brighter than the light
Of burnish'd spear and gleaming sword;
Gird on the heavenly armor bright,
The strength of God's great word.
Behold the boasting foemen flee
With flags and cohorts crush'd and broken;
'Tis God, that gives the victory;
The Lord himself hath spoken.
— Christ in the Soul (1872) LIV.
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