The Lion of Judah (Wilson)

Twas Je­sus

my Sav­ior

who died on the tree

To open a fount­ain for sin­ners like me;

His blood is that fount­ain which par­don be­stows

And cleans­es the foul­est wher­ev­er it flows.

For the Li­on of Ju­dah shall break ev­ery chain

And give us the vic­to­ry

again and again.

And when I was will­ing with all things to part

He gave me His bless­ing

His love in my heart;

So now I am joined with the con­quer­ing band

Who are march­ing to glo­ry at Je­sus’ com­mand.

Tho’ round me the storms of ad­ver­si­ty roll

And the waves of des­truct­ion en­com­pass my soul;

In vain this frail ves­sel the tem­pest shall toss—

My hope is se­cure through the blood of the cross.

And when with the ran­somed

by Je­sus

my head

From fount­ain to fount­ain I then shall be led;

I’ll fall at His feet and His mer­cy ad­ore

And sing hal­le­lu­jah to God ev­er­more.