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Conquering now and still to conquer,
Rideth a King in his might,
Leading the host of all the faithful
Into the midst of the fight;
See them with courage advancing,
Clad in their brilliant array,
Shouting the name of their Leader,
Hear them exultingly say:

Conquering now and still to conquer,
Who is this wonderful King?
Whence are the armies which he leadeth,
While of his glory they sing?
He is our Lord and Redeemer,
Saviour and Monarch divine,
They are the stars that forever
Bright in his kingdom will shine.

Conquering now and still to conquer,
Jesus, thou Ruler of all,
Thrones and their sceptres all shall perish,
Crowns and their splendor shall fall,
Yet shall the armies thou leadest,
Faithful and true to the last,
Find in thy mansions eternal,
Rest when their warfare is past.

Chorus
Not to the strong is the battle,
Not to the swift is the race,
Yet to the true and the faithful
Vict’ry is promised thro’ grace.
                                     Sallie Martin
‘Tis faith supports my feeble soul,
  In times of deep distress;
When storms arise and billows roll,
  Great God, I trust Thy grace.

Thy powerful arm still bears me up,
  Whatever griefs befall;
Thou art my life, my joy, my hope,
  And Thou my all in all.

Bereft of friends, beset with foes,
  With dangers all around,
To Thee I all my fears disclose,
  In Thee my help is found.

In every want, in every strait,
  To Thee alone I fly;
When other comforters depart,
  Thou art forever nigh.

Rev. Benjamin Beddome