(A Prayer To Make Your Own)
Jesus strides forth as the victor,
Conqueror of death, hell, and all opposing might;
He bursts the bands of death,
tramples the powers of darkness down,
and lives for ever.
He, my gracious surety,
apprehended for payment of my debt,
comes forth from the prison house of the grave
free, and triumphant over sin, Satan, and death.
Show me herein the proof that His vicarious offering is accepted,
that the claims of justice are satisfied,
that the devilís sceptre is shivered,
that his wrongful throne is levelled.
Give me the assurance that
in Christ I died, in Him I rose,
in His life I live, in His victory I triumph,
in His ascension I shall be glorified.
Thou who wast lifted up upon a cross
art ascended to highest heaven.
Thou, who as Man of sorrows wast crowned with thorns,
art now as Lord of life wreathed with glory.
Once, no shame more deep than Thine,
no agony more bitter, no death more cruel.
Now, no exaltation more
no life more glorious, no advocate more effective.
Thou art in triumph leading captive Thine enemies behind Thee.
What more could be done than Thou hast done!
Thy death is my life,
Thy resurrection my peace,
Thy ascension my hope,
Thy prayers my comfort.
Taken from The Valley of
Vision (paperback edition, p. 48) edited by Arthur Bennett.
Copyright © 1975 by The Banner of Truth Trust. Used by permission.