O Lord, the vict’ry now is mine, By cleansing in Thy precious blood; And all the glory shall be Thine, I’ll tell the virtues of that flood.
Refrain: Yes, all the glory shall be Thine, Fore’er Thy worthy praise shall flow; Oh, wondrous vict’ry, it is mine! Thy blood has washed me white as snow.
On every feature, blessed Lord, Salvation doth so brightly glow; Within my heart sings every chord, Thy blood makes whiter than the snow.
Oh, now Thy glory shines so bright, And its refulgent, dazzling rays Fill all my heart with floods of light, In one perpetual, glowing blaze.
The river sweet of precious love Down through my heart in music flows; Supplied by fountains from above, Each day the channel deeper grows.
In perfect love, no fear I know, Redeemed, I’ve vict’ry over death; I triumph now o’er every foe, I’ll praise Thee while Thou lendest breath.
Sources:
Faith Publishing House, Echoes from Heaven, 1976 (154)
The Gospel Trumpet Company, Select Hymns, 1911 (566)
