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PRAYER FOR VICTORY

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 11, 1860

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 17, No. 4.

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PRAYER FOR VICTORY.

Jesus, help conquer! My spirit is sinking, Deep waters of sorrow go over my head; Weeping and trembling, And fearing and shrinking, I watch for the day, and night cometh instead. Bitter the cup I am hourly drinking— How thorny the path that hourly I tread!
Jesus, help conquer! For, fainting and weary, Scarcely my hands can their weapons sustain; The way seems so desolate, Painful and dreary— How shall I ever to heaven attain! Jesus, great Captain, If thou be not near me, How shall I ever the victory gain?
Jesus, help conquer! Earth holds out her lure, And mortal affections yearn after the prize; Scarcely my heart Can the struggle endure; Scarce can I lift up my tear-blinded eyes. Jesus, Redeemer! Thy promise is sure— Speak to my spirit, and bid me arise.
Jesus, help conquer! There is not an hour Of sorrow or joy but is ordered by thee; Thou dost cut down, Who hast planted the flower— Tempest or calm at thy bidding shall be. Look on my sorrow, And give me the power Humbly to wait till thou comfortest me.
Jesus, help conquer! Lord, turn not away! See with what power the billows increase! Give me thy love For my comfort and stay, Then shall my trembling and murmuring cease. Then shall my spirit Grow strong for the fray— Then shall my weary heart rest in thy peace.
Jesus, help conquer! I cry unto thee! Hardly my heart the petitions can frame; All is so dark And so painful to me, All I can utter, sometimes, is thy name. Jesus, help conquer! My portion now be, Though all else should change, be thou ever the same.