Many weary years, I vainly fought the King,

‘Twas a worthless foolish war,

Unavailing all the weapons I didst bring,

Alas, lo! How great my fall.

Subdued by Jesus, Captain of the Lord’s Army,

Subdued by Him, He had captured me,

I am Christ’s Prisoner, who ere in the Enemy’s Camp,

Bound by His chains of grace, O’ how free I now am!

Led by Lust, the Old Man marched forward,

On against God’s mighty Son;

The Spear of Sin bruised His heel, spilled His Blood,

Satan cheered o’er the battle won.

And when they thought the Battle was done,

Christ the Lord rose again!
No weapon now can hurt the Res’rected One;

Lo! The Prince now stands Who was slain.

On the great White Horse, Christ rode ahead,

With fiery eyes, a bloody grab, a mighty sword.

None His enemies could escape,

All was trampled under the wrath Lord.

Lo, behold that boisterous singing crowd,

Their chains clinking as they went,

Jesus, the Captain, their Captor, led

Walking towards the New Jerusalem.

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In the Law Library this morning