Triumphant Jesus

Triumphant Jesus bore the cross
Of cruel passion, curse, and loss
He routed sin, and death, and woe
And satan my infernal foe

Yet does the fiend still prowl and lurk
His schemes upon my heart to work
But God before me who can stand
When Christ in battle guides my hand?

Since Christ my savior works within
No more am I a slave of sin
The hopes of hell and satan wrecked
No more can he charge God’s elect

No power of flesh or demon’s might
Can snatch from me Christ’s blood-bought right
I more than conquer by the word
Of Christ my captain and my lord!