HAIL, mighty Jesus! how divine Is Thy victorious sword! The strongest rebel must resign At Thy commanding word.
Deep are the wounds Thine arrows give, They pierce the hardest heart; Thy smiles of grace the slain revive, And joy succeeds to smart.
Still gird Thy sword upon Thy thigh, Ride with majestic sway, Go forth, blest Prince, triumphantly, And make Thy foes obey.
And when Thy victories are complete, When all the chosen race Shall round the throne of glory meet, To sing Thy conquering grace . . .
O may my humble soul be found Among that favoured band! And I with them Thy praise will sound Throughout Emmanuel’s land.
Benjamin Wallin, 1711-82, Augustus Montague Toplady, 1740-78