’Tis easy when the morning
Appears at last to view
To praise thy strong Redeemer
Who burst the bondage through
But ’tis the praise at midnight
That gives the foe alarm
That glorifies thy Savior
And bares His strong right arm.
If thou wouldst be a conqueror
Yea
more than conqueror thou
If thou wilt shout in triumph
And claim the victory now;
The prison-doors will open
The dungeon gleam with light
And sin-chained souls around thee
Shall see thy Lord’s great might.
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