We Sing the Glorious Conquest

We sing the glo­ri­ous con­quest

Before Da­mas­cus’ gate

When Saul

the Church’s spoil­er

Came breath­ing threats and hate;

The ra­ven­ing wolf rushed for­ward

Full ear­ly to the prey;

But lo! the Shep­herd met him

And bound him fast to­day.

O glo­ry most ex­cell­ing

That smote across his path!

O light that pierced and blind­ed

The zeal­ot in his wrath!

O voice that spake with­in him

The calm

re­prov­ing word!

O love that sought and held him

The bond­man of his Lord!

O Wis­dom or­der­ing all things

In or­der strong and sweet

What nob­ler spoil was ev­er

Cast at the Vic­tor’s feet?

What wis­er mas­ter build­er

E’er wrought at Thine em­ploy

Than he

till now so fu­ri­ous

Thy build­ing to de­stroy?

Lord

teach thy Church the les­son

Still in her dark­est hour

Of weak­ness and of dan­ger

To trust Thy hid­den pow­er;

Thy grace by ways mys­te­ri­ous

The wrath of man can bind

And in Thy bold­est foe­man

Thy chos­en saint can find.