10s & 11s. 1 OMNIPOTENT Lord, My Saviour and King, Thy succour afford, Thy righteousness bring; Thy promises bind thee Compassion to have, Now, now let me find thee Almighty to save.
2 Rejoicing, in hope, And patient in grief, To thee I look up For certain relief; I fear no denial, No danger I fear, Nor start from the trial, While Jesus is near.
3 I every hour In jeopardy stand; But thou art my power, And holdest my hand; While yet I am calling, Thy succour I feel, It saves me from falling, Or plucks me from hell.
4 O who can explain This struggle for life! This travail and pain, This trembling and strife! Plague, earthquake, and famine, And tumult, and war, The wonderful coming Of Jesus declare.
5 For every fight Is dreadful and loud, The warrior's delight Is slaughter and blood, His foes overturning, Till all shall expire; But this is with burning And fuel of fire.
6 Yet God is above Men, devils, and sin, My Jesus's love The battle shall win, So terribly glorious His coming shall be, His love all victorious Shall conquer for me
7 He all shall break through; His truth and his grace Shall bring me into The plentiful place, Through much tribulation, Through water and fire, Through floods of temptation, And flames of desire.
8 On Jesus, my power, Till then I rely, All evil before His presence shall fly; When I have my Saviour, My Sin shall depart And Jesus for ever Shall reign in my heart.
