OVERCOMETH by Margaret E. Sangster

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jan 4, 1883

OVERCOMETH.

By Margaret E. Sangster

To HIM that overcometh, O word divinely strong, The victor's palm, the fadeless wreath, The grand immortal song. And his the hidden manna, And his the polished stone, Within whose whiteness shines the name Revealed to him alone.

To him that overcometh,— Ah, what of bitter strife Before he win the battle's gage And snatch the crown of life! What whirl of crossing weapons, What gleam of flashing eyes, What stern debate with haughty foes, Must be before the prize.

To him that overcometh, Shall trials aye befall, The World, the Flesh, the Devil, He needs must face them all. Sweet sirens of temptation May lure with silver strain, And cope he must with subtle foes, And blanch 'neath fiery pain.

To him that overcometh, A mighty help is pledged, He wields a sword of purest mould, By use of cycles edged. And prophets and confessors, A matchless valiant band, Have vanquished earth, and stormed the skies, With that triumphant brand.

To him that overcometh, O promise dearest dear! The Lord himself who died for him Will evermore be near. Here, dust upon his garments, There, robes that royal be, For "On my throne," the king hath said, "Mine own shall sit with me."

To him that overcometh, O word divinely strong! It weaves itself through weary hours Like some rejoicing song. For his the hidden manna, And his the name unknown, Which Christ the Lord that day of days Will tell to him alone.

—Margaret E. Sangster, in S. S. Times.