Come, O Thou All Victorious Lord

Come

O Thou all-vic­tor­ious Lord!

Thy pow­er to us make known;

Strike with the ham­mer of Thy Word

And break these hearts of stone.

O that we all might now be­gin

Our fool­ish­ness to mourn;

And turn at once from ev­ery sin

And to our Sav­ior turn.

Give us our­selves and Thee to know

In this our gra­cious day;

Repentance un­to life be­stow

And take our sins away.

Conclude us first in un­be­lief

And free­ly then re­lease;

Fill ev­ery soul with sac­red grief

And then with sac­red peace.

Impoverish

Lord

and then re­lieve

And then en­rich the poor;

The know­ledge of our sick­ness give

The know­ledge of our cure.

That bless­èd sense of guilt im­part

And then re­move the load;

Trouble

and wash the trou­bled heart

In Thine aton­ing blood.

Our des­per­ate state through sin de­clare

And speak our sins for­giv’n;

By per­fect ho­li­ness pre­pare

And take us up to Heav­en.