What though th' accuser roar Of ills that I have done ; I know them well, and thousands more ; Jehovah findeth none.
2. His be the Victor's name Who fought our fight alone ; Triumphant saints no honour claim ; Their conquest was His own.
3. By weakness and defeat, He won the meed and crown ; Trod all our foes beneath His feet, By being trodden down.
4. He hell in hell laid low ; Made sin, He sin o'erthrew ; Bowed to the grave, destroyed it so, And death, by dying, slew.
5. Bless, bless the Conqueror slain ! Slain by Divine decree ! Who lived, who died, who lives again, For thee, His saint, for thee.