This is a hymn written by Charles Spurgeon. It is titled A Battle Hymn.
I was going to include it in the sermon tomorrow but I don’t think I will fit it in with where Psalms 9 and 98 will be leading us. I post it up here with the hopes that it will affect you as much as it has affected me this last week.
It has been reminding me this week how marvelous it is that our Lord Jesus slays in order to save and conquers that He might crown.
Forth to the battle rides our King,
He climbs His conquering car;
He fits His arrows to the string,
And hurls His bolts afar.
Convictions pierce the stoutest hearts,
They smart, they bleed, they die;
Slain by Immanuel’s well-aimed darts,
In helpless heaps they lie.
Behold, He bares his two-edged sword,
And deals almighty blows;
His all-revealing, killing Word
‘Twixt joints and marrow goes.
Who can resist Him in the fight?
He cuts through coats of mail;
Before the terror of His might
The hearts of rebels fail.
Anon, arrayed in robes of grace
He rides the trampled plain,
With pity beaming in His face,
And mercy in His train.
Mighty to save He now appears,
Mighty to raise the dead,
Mighty to stanch the bleeding wound,
And lift the fallen head.
Victor alike in love and arms,
Myriads around Him bend;
Each captive owns His matchless charms,
Each foe becomes His friend.
They crown Him on the battle-field,
They press to kiss His feet;
Their hands, their hearts, their all they yield:
His conquest is complete.
None love Him more than those He slew;
His love their hate has slain;
Henceforth their souls are all on fire
To spread His gentle reign.