Hail, Mighty Jesus!

Hail

migh­ty Je­sus! how di­vine

Is Thy vic­tor­ious sword!

The stout­est re­bel must re­sign

At Thy com­mand­ing word.

How deep the wounds these ar­rows give!

They pierce the hard­est heart.

The smiles of grace the slain re­vive

And joy suc­ceeds the smart.

Still gird Thy sword up­on Thy thigh;

Ride with ma­jes­tic sway;

Go forth

great Prince

tri­umph­ant­ly

And make Thy foes ob­ey.

And when Thy vic­to­ries are com­plete—

When all the chos­en race

Shall round the throne of glo­ry meet

To sing Thy con­quer­ing grace—

O may my hum­ble soul be found

Among that glo­ri­ous throng;

And I with them Thy praise will sound

In Heav­en’s im­mor­tal song.