12*. What Though Th' Accuser Roar

S.M.
by S.W. Gandy
1
What though th’ accuser roar
 
Of ills that I have done!
 
I know them well, and thousands more:
 
Jehovah findeth none.
2
Sin, Satan, death appear
 
To harass and appall;
 
Yet since the gracious Lord is near,
 
Backward they go and fall.
3
Before, behind, around,
 
They set their fierce array,
 
To fight and force me from the ground,
 
Along life’s narrow way.
4
I meet them face to face,
 
Through Jesus’ conquest blest;
 
March in the triumph of His grace
 
Right onward to my rest.
5
There, in His book, I bear
 
More than a conqueror’s name,
 
Of soldier, son and fellow-heir,
 
Who fought and overcame.
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