Jesus, Thou art our King! To me Thy succor bring; Christ the mighty one art Thou; Help for all on Thee is laid: This the world; I claim it now; Send me now the promised aid. High on the Father's throne, O look with pity down! Help, O help, attend my call; Captive lead captivity: King of glory, Lord of all, Christ, be Lord, be King to me! I now would feel Thy sway, And only Thee obey; Thee my spirit pants to meet: This my one, my ceaseless prayer-- Make, O make my heart Thy seat; O set up Thy kingdom there! Triumph and reign in me, And spread Thy victory; Hell, and death, and sin control; Pride, and wrath, and every foe, All subdue; through all my soul, Conqu'ring and to conquer go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRUST by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE PROVERBS 31:25-29. THE MOTHER OF THE HOUSE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SUFFRAGE MARCHING-SONG by LOUIS JAMES BLOCK THE INVIOLATE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO AN ABSENT FRIEND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |