Jesus triumphant when the storm-clouds break,

Jesus triumphant when the storm-clouds break, And the loud thunder bids the soul awake; When biting blasts lay earthly projects low, And one by one the fondest treasures go.

Jesus triumphant, through the fleeting years; Jesus triumphant, spite of blinding tears; High over all, to hear Thy loving voice, Which bids the heart look upward and rejoice.

Jesus triumphant, when in work for thee, Sad and disheartened, no results we see; When gathered force of evil seems to win, And work for Christ seems lost in work of sin.

Jesus triumphant all along the line; Triumphant Savior, all Thy triumph mine; For since I am a partner in Thy love, My life on earth is lived through Thee above.

Jesus triumphant when the spirit wings Onward and upward to the King of kings; And through the last great triumph of Thy grace Triumphant saints shall see Thee face to face.