The King’s Victory

But lo! a vision new
Bursts on my wondering view;
And thro’ heaven’s open door,
Christ’s ransomed armies pour
On horses white!
Clothed in their linen fine,
See how their faces shine;
Oh! wondrous sight!
Who is it leads that throng?
He Who’s in battle strong,
Jesus their Lord―
Seated on His white horse,
“Faithful and True―”
Bearing a secret Name,
None but He knew―
Called, too, “The Word of God,”
By all adored:
Crowned with His many crowns,
Behold “The King of kings”;
With blood-red vesture; eyes of fire,
He smites His foes in righteous ire,
And earth with terror rings.
The mandate has gone forth,
“The Lord of lords” makes war;
This is His “day of wrath,”
And victory is sure.
With sharp sword from His mouth,
The nations will He smite;
Yea, “rule them with a rod of iron,”
‘Tis He who wins the fight.
Kings of the earth are slain,
Their armies bite the dust;
Fowls of the air their flesh consume,
They perish in their lust;
“Beast” and “false prophet,” too,
Are cast (and both alive)
Into the “lake of fire,” as foes
Who dare with God to strive:
O God, Thy counsels stand,
Eternal as Thy throne,
And victory is sure to all
Who side with Thee alone.

Meanwhile, God’s grace flows on,
And strengthened by His Word,
His children wait, with longing hearts,
To see their coming Lord.
S. T.

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